Page 28 of Their Perfect Daddy

His brows dip, and he leans forward until we’re eye to eye. “There is not an ounce of hate when it comes to you, Princess. If anything, it’s far too deep on the other end of the spectrum of feelings. Maybe that’s why I ran scared. And as for the gifts, there’s no need to send anything back. I want you to spend the money to your heart’s content.”

A throat clears from behind us. I turn to see Skye wearing a stern look.

“There doesn’t seem to be much cleaning happening, Brat. Our princess is dirty, and I don’t much enjoy playing with dirty things.”

“But you don’t have an issue with making a mess,” Monty mutters lowly.

Unfortunately for him, we’re in a shower that echoes. The sound of his voice wouldn’t have traveled as far anywhere else.

Monty realizes his mistake when Skye stands and moves to us. “Go sit on the counter, Brat. Since you won’t do as I ask, I’ll have to give a demonstration of what I expect.”

“Hey! That’s not fair.”

“How is it not fair? You’ve had ample time to strip these panties of his and get him in the shower. Despite the opportunity to see all of him bare and to show off your own handsome form, you’ve been dawdling.”

Monty stomps his foot. “I haven’t been dawdling, right, Princess?”

He looks to me, and I shake my head slowly. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say right now. I go with honesty since it seems Skye prefers it.

Admittedly, so do I.

“You were saying nice things to me.” The words leave me in a rush. “He said I was beautiful and that he doesn’t hate me.”

Skye looks between us, a knowing smirk blooming on his tempting mouth. “Is that so?”

When he hums and steps closer to us, I worry I’ll come again just from their proximity. My hard cock pulses with need.

A need to be touched.

A need to be sucked.

I’d take either right about now. Hell, they could blow on it, and I’m pretty sure I’d erupt.

The mental picture has me groaning as I throw my head back. I feel fingers dig into the crown of my hair a second before I’m released.

“What was that noise about, Princess? Are you unhappy about this arrangement? All you have to do is say the word, and we’ll back off. Both of us. We can wait in the bedroom while you clean up and it can be as if none of this ever happened.”

“No! Please, no!” I grab the arm holding my hair as I lean my head against his grip. “I don’t want this to stop. I was… I was thinking about being touched and stuff.”

“And stuff?”

I nod.

“What stuff?” Monty joins in. I hadn’t forgotten he was here, but his silence did give the illusion of me and Skye being the only ones invested for a few seconds.

Done with playing coy, I admit my thoughts. What’s the worst that can happen? I’ve already assumed too much about him. I need to give them both a chance to prove my inner pessimist wrong.

“I was thinking about being touched. Specifically my cock. It aches.” I whine the last part as my hips tilt, said appendage wanting attention. “And I thought about being sucked. Both had me wanting to come because I could picture it and how it would make me feel.”

Skye’s hand immediately moves to tug at my underwear. He drops to a squat, lifting my legs as he takes the lace and garters off my body. I watch him tuck the fabric into his suit pocket before he reaches up to stroke me.

I shudder at the simple touch.

It’s too much.

I’m already on the edge.

“You’re going to make me come again,” I say with a gasp.

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