Page 65 of Tempted By her Daddies

She and Roman had a different sort of relationship. You might think it was more of a friendship if it wasn’t for how much she was attracted to him.

And she knew he was attracted to her as well. She’d caught sight of his erection as they’d read books together.

“But you don’t want to do that with Salem.”

Surprise filled her. “Really?”

Salem was always so calm and reasonable. The voice of reason in this household. It was easy to see that he was the glue that held these guys together.

He didn’t react without thought.

“He wouldn’t put up with that sort of sassiness. He likes obedience from his subs.”

Hmm. She could see that. But she wasn’t sure how good she was at being obedient.

Then again, she wasn’t in a relationship with Salem. She wasn’t his sub.

“I’m not his sub.”

“No, I guess you’re not. But maybe in the future you’ll remember what I said. Or not. Depends how much you like being spanked. Although I think he’s more into orgasm denial for a punishment. Might depend on the circumstances.”

She knew that he was speaking English, but it all sounded like jibberty-jabberty to her. Orgasm denial? Spankings? Circumstances? What the heck did that mean? What circumstances was he talking about?

“I don’t know what you are saying.”

“You will.”

Well. That didn’t sound ominous or anything.

“You aren’t drinking your juice.” He took it from her and opened it. It looked ridiculous in his large hand. Especially when he pulled off the straw and poked it into the box.

Then he passed it back. “Drink up.”

Bossy didn’t even begin to explain him. She didn’t know what he was. But there was bossy and then there was Alexei.

And he was completely unapologetic about it.

Moving to her foot, he fussed over it again.

“Alexei, my foot is all good, now,” she told him. “And I have so much to do. I’ve got to finish dusting in here. And now I haveto clean up bird poop. Plus, I’ve got to do the vacuuming. I don’t have time to lie here and let you baby me.”

He froze for a second.

That was a strange reaction. What had she said wrong?

Oh, maybe it was the ‘baby her’ comment. Had that sounded rude?

Maybe you shouldn’t have used the word ‘baby.’

Yeah, that was likely it. She wasn’t being babied. That had been a silly thing to say.

Maybe it was a Freudian slip of the tongue because you want to be babied.

Wait. What?

Did she?

Sometimes she’d see Littles at clubs and wonder . . . then there were the women who lived in Escana. How often had she envied their lives?

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