Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“Got your nose!”

“Give that back.”

“Nope. Think I’ll keep it, it’s such a cute nose.” He pretended to stick her nose in his pocket.

“Daddy, give it back, I needs it.”

“Nope. Finders keepers.”

He picked her up and carried her out of the wardrobe and back out into the playroom. Honestly, he was as bad as Wolfe, carrying her everywhere.

“Not finders’ keepers,” she protested as he sat her down on a chair at the white desk. “You stole it.” Were all these pens here yesterday? She couldn’t remember them. The desk was one where the top lifted up and you could store things inside. She peeked in and spotted some painting supplies.

Ooh, that could be fun.

“All right, stealer’s keepers,” he agreed. “Want to do some painting?”

She nodded her head. “But I need my nose.”

“What for?”

“To smell stuff.” Silly Daddy.

“Living with three guys it might be a Godsend not to be able to smell.”

She turned to gape at him then started to giggle. “Daddy!”

He winked back at her. “Fine, I’ll give you back your nose on one condition.”

“What’s that?” she asked suspiciously, turning to look at him.

“I’m low on sugar. I need some refills.”

“And how do I give you sugar?” she asked.

He gasped. “Don’t you know? By giving kisses, of course. Here.” He pointed to his left cheek.

Shyly, she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Here.” He pointed to his right cheek.

She kissed it.

“And here.” He pointed at his lips.

With a small smile, she lightly kissed his lips.

“Better, but I seem to be running out of sugar a lot lately. I’m going to need plenty of those kisses.”

She sighed. “Well, if I have to . . .”

“Cheeky monkey.” He reached over to tickle her lightly.

“Daddy!” she protested. “Stop!”

He reached into his pocket and pretended to pull out her nose, placing it back. “There you are. I might need to take it again if you’re being too cute.”

She rolled her eyes.