Page 40 of Spoiled by Daddy's 4 Dirty Friends

“Moulin Rouge was a good choice,” I say. “I never would have chosen to do that.”

“So Gunner should plan all of our trips,” Nick says as a matter of fact.

I chuckle and nod.

After another moment, Sophie, wearing just a towel jumps into bed between us. She grins and kisses us both. I hold one of her hands behind her back as I devour her mouth, nibbling, then biting her bottom lip. She whimpers but presses tighter against me. I release her when she tries for more, and she pouts.

“Roman! You’re so stingy.”

“I think I just saw Holden satisfy you thoroughly, Bambina,” I tease. She still wiggles against me. I let out a harsh breath as her thigh brushes my hard-on. “Badare.”

She looks between us and wiggles even closer. “Amore.”

Sophie kisses my throat, slow lingering kisses that spread tendrils of electricity across my skin. I fist her hair to maintain some control and run my nose over hers. “We have another long day tomorrow. You’ll want some sleep.”

“But-”

I forcibly roll her and hold her hands in place as I spoon her. “No buts, Bambina.”

Nick chuckles and taps her nose. “I think you were just friend-zoned, sweetheart.”

“By my husband?!” She squirms against me and I bite her shoulder in warning. “Roman!”

“So mean when all she wants is to fuck you.” Nick is enjoying himself based on that smile alone.

“Sophia.” I purr in her ear, making her stop squirming. “Get some rest so you don’t collapse on us tomorrow and I’ll reward you in the morning.”

“Promise?” She huffs.

I offer her my pinky. She takes it in hers, then strains against me to kiss Nick. He kisses her softly and rubs her side as I release her arms. She’s wild and willful, but I know she’ll be upset if she misses out on anything.

Holden joins us in bed after Sophie is snoring between Nick and me. He shakes his head with a soft grin. “We should tell Gunner to calm down with the planning. Maybe one big event in a day, not two, plus wandering, posing, and pictures.”

“Good luck with that conversation,” I murmur before burying my face in Sophie’s hair.

She always smells so good and welcoming, the hint of vanilla clinging to her long locks. I snuggle closer to her and let sleep weigh me down.

In the morning, I’m the first one up, as usual. I order coffee and a light breakfast so it’ll be here by the time everyone is awake, clean up a bit in the bathroom, then head out to the balcony. Fog hangs over Paris, making it look twice as sleepy and gentle.

I rest in one of the chairs, enjoying the view and taking my time committing to today. The air is cooler than I expected which is another nice surprise. Just like Sophie opening and shutting the sliding glass door and sitting on my lap in just a robe.

She nuzzles my neck and says. “I behaved last night.”

“I don’t remember giving you a choice.” I chuckle.

She turns my face to hers. “Ti amo, Roman.”

I groan and kiss her hungrily. The sash on her robe is easy enough to take care of. As we drag one kiss out into another and another, I push her robe apart to be able to stroke her warm, soft skin. She’s silky under my fingertips.

Pulling her hair, her head falls back and I kiss down her neck before nibbling her collarbone. She lets out a harsh breath. “Can I have you for breakfast?”

“Maybe.” I don’t want her on her knees right now. I want to be on mine, devouring her, getting her to the edge before I plunge into her.

Pushing her thick thighs apart, I tease her clit with a gentle stroke of my finger. Her hips lift to make the most of my touch. I keep stroking her lazily. “I want to please you first.”

“You always please me,” She says on the edge of a pant.

I slide two fingers inside her pussy, finding her wet and eager already. Her back arches, offering up her tits. I groan and wrap my mouth around her nipple, licking and sucking. Sophie groans and I feel her hand tangle in my hair.

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