I expected her to remind him that she was just here to watch, or to shoot him down with a sassy comeback about not letting a man tell her what to do, but instead, the minute his lips touched her skin, a tiny shudder rippled through her body, making my hard-on start to throb.
Maybe that was why she wanted to watch. Porn was okay, but seeing his lips on her? Seeing Julesreact?
It was so hot I might not make it to the sex.
Daddy let go of her hand and grinned at us both. “Make yourselves at home while I order us that room service I promised you,” he said, as if that was even possible in a place like this.
It wasn’t just big, it wasnice. The kind of nice that made me way too anxious to get close to anything in the room, for fear that I might break it or stain it or look at it wrong and suddenly be in debt to The Luxe for the rest of my life.
“That’s not the only thing you promised,” Diva said, sashaying after him like the fancy suite was her own personal catwalk as Daddy kicked off his leather boots on the marble tile, treating the palatial surroundings like they weren’t any big deal at all. “Wasn’t there something about nudity on the agenda?”
“I told you, gorgeous.” Daddy winked again. “You need to learn patience.”
She gave a very unladylike snort, and I couldn’t help giggling. There wasnoincarnation of my best friend to which the word patience applied. Except, eep! Giggling wasn’t sexy, not even when the man you were hoping to get naked with soon told you to call him Daddy.
But Daddy seemed to disagree, and… wow. I’d never felt particularly attractive. Not that I was a hag or anything, but I also wasn’t mindbogglingly gorgeous, like Jules was.
But the way Daddy was looking at me right now?
Maybe gigglingwassexy.
“I like seeing my boy happy,” he said, his eyes hot and appreciative as he beckoned me closer. “Why don’t you come inside, little lamb, and tell me what you want.”
I froze, any semblance of sexiness gone in a flash.
Um, what I wanted?
How was I supposed to know when I’d neverdoneanything?
Couldn’t he just… just decide for me? Or ask Jules? Jules was good at deciding things for me.
“No preferences, little lamb?” Daddy asked in a gentle voice that calmed me down a little, just from the soothing tone of it. “That’s okay. I’ll just get a little bit of everything for us.” He winked again. “It’s more fun to discover favorites by trial and error anyway, isn’t it?”
“It’s perfect, Daddy,” Diva purred, coming back over to where I was standing and wrapping her glittering talons around my arm.
She pulled me over the threshold of the foyer.
“Yeah, that’s… perfect,” I echoed, even though my mouth was so dry I couldn’t tell if it was just super hot in the living room or if I was about to have another mini-stroke. Because how was I supposed to have actual, sweaty, man on man, be-good-and-call-me-Daddy gay sex, when I couldn’t even handle an easy question about room service or manage to make it farther than the front door on my own?
But maybe it would be okay because I wasn’t on my own. Diva was here with me, and she knew there was no way I could do this without her holding my hand the entire way.
Literally.
Oh.
I caught my breath, trying not to come in my trousers right then and there.
But… would she? Touch me? While Daddy shagged me?
It could just be holding my hand, or… or anywhere. Anything. Whatever she wanted.
She let go of me.
“Diva,” I gasped, clutching at her for a second. Then I got a hold of myself and clasped my hands together to keep from clinging.
She wasn’treallymy boyfriend. She loved me, sure, but there could be no clearer message than her finding someone else to devirginize me to drive home the fact that it was never going to be real between us like I’d always secretly longed for.
“Daddy Roman will take good care of you, sweetie,” she said, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. She left her hand there and pinned him with a look. “Youwillbe a doll and do that for me, won’t you? Because I need to step into the powder room to take off some of—” She fluttered a hand in front of herself. “—this.”
