Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

Wolfe let out a grumbling noise and she froze, not wanting to annoy him.

“Damn it, this won’t do.”

“Sorry, I’ll try not to move around,” she whispered.

“No, it’s not that. It’s having you so close.”

This was too close for him? Disappointment filled her. She’d hoped they’d be able to at least sleep in the same bed.

“I’m sorry. Do you need to go back to your bed?” she asked.

“I need another shower.”

A shower? She leaned over to turn on the bedside lamp. “Why do you need a shower? Do you feel dirty?”

“I feel fucking horny.”

What did that have to do with . . . oh.

“I swear I have blushed more in the last week than I did in the last eight years,” she muttered.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

“You don’t have to go into the shower to do that,” she blurted out without thinking.

Oh. Hell.

He froze, halfway out of the bed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean . . . I thought that maybe I still could watch? It would be sexy. If that’s okay with you. If it’s not, that’s fine. It was probably silly. Forget I said anything.”

“You want to watch? That wasn’t something you just said?”

“You asked me to be honest with you. I’m trying to.”

He nodded. “And you’d find that sexy?”

“Did you like watching Aleki and Caleb pleasure me?” she asked.

Those obsidian eyes grew darker. “Oh, yeah.”

“I’ve always wanted to watch,” she whispered, barely able to voice her need.

“You and Aleki never . . .”

She shook her head.

“So I’d be your first.”

She nodded. Seemed her ability to speak had flown out the window.

“Good. I like that.” Determination filled his face. She got it. She liked that they’d have this together as well. “I need to get lube.” He opened the bedside drawer, pulling out a tube of lube.

“There’s lube in the drawers?”

“Princess, there’s lube everywhere. I believe in always being prepared.”

“By putting lube everywhere? What are you preparing for? An orgy?”