Page 101 of We Three Kings
A feminine growl that’s not from Seraphina rumbles behind us and we both spin around. Mary stands in the doorway with fists balled on her hips, shooting daggers into me with her laser eyes.
“No, no, no. They won’t get clean that way.”
Her angry hand motions for me to get the hell out of the way which I gladly do. I hate this shit.
“Shoo. Let me do it.”
I laugh, well aware she’s serious but not mad. If she was really angry, she’d start whipping me with the dish towel. I give her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks Mary.”
With a grin she can’t fully hide, she jerks away feigning disgust.
“Get on out of here.”
“Gladly.” I point to Seraphina, who gapes at me wide-eyed. “I’ll see you tonight.”
I know she’ll stay and help, which is good for both of them and great for me.
Gaspar
Seraphina comes into view on the screen from the camera in front of my office. Her small fist knocks on the heavy wood.
“Daddy?”
Fuck, if her sweet voice calling me that doesn’t get me rock hard in an instant. I hit the switch to release the lock and open the door. “Come in little one.”
She glows as she steps inside, almost as sweet as the plate of cookies she carries in her delicate hand.
“I hope I’m not disturbing you. I just wanted to bring—”
“Never. I always want you with me.”
My proclamation makes her hurry, her sweet tits bouncing as she carefully keeps an eye on her treats, so they don’t slide off. I push back from my desk and part my legs wider. “On my lap.”
After setting the saucer on the surface, she hops on my thigh, so her knees touch my other leg. With her beaming face looking up at me in delight, I can’t help but kiss her, tasting the sugar from her earlier baking.
I delve deep, claiming her mouth as well as her mind so that no other thought but me can permeate into her consciousness. Nothing else matters except for her opening to me, giving all of herself to my possession.
Breathless and overcome, she pulls back letting me see her perfect flushed face and swollen pink lips. Soft fingers clutch my jawline, and she drags her fingertips through my slight scruff.
“In your red shirt, you look like those sexy Santa Claus pictures I see on Pinterest.”
The honesty makes me chuckle. “I do?”
Her body squirms with eagerness, shoved to mine as much as she can. “Oh yes. You’re so handsome. What do they call it?” She frowns for a second, thinking hard. “Naughty daddy vibe, I think or something like that.”
Unsure what has gotten into her that she’s so forthright with her feelings, I encourage her. “Is that why you called meDaddywhen you met me?”
She blushes and nods. “Yes. I just knew you would be loving and protective. But I was scared it was wrong.”
“Does it feel wrong?”
This time she only shakes her head. “It doesn’t feel wrong to me either.”
“I thought I got lucky finding Balthazar. Then I found you too. I don’t know what I did to deserve both of you.”
“It’s me who’s lucky that you let an old man into your heart too.”
I twist her long hair in my fist and yank her head back so I can suck on her neck. The smooth skin tastes delicious on my tongue. “If you weren’t sore from yesterday, I’d bend you over my desk and prove how I feel about you.”