I glanced over at him, my heart doing a ridiculous little dance at the look on his face. But whatever. He wasn’tmyDaddy. I had no reason to care if he liked what he saw.
“Such good boys,” Roman said, standing up from the sofa and adjusting himself. Drawing my eyes to the massive bulge he was still fondling before I could even think to stop myself.
And why would I want to? There was nothing wrong with a little window shopping, even when you were buying gifts for others.
Roman came over and rested one of his big hands on each of our backs. “You should always listen to Daddy, because Daddy knows best. And you did such a good job that I think you both deserve a reward.”
Isaacquivered, and I loosened my grip on him, coming to my senses.
“You mean Isaac does,” I said, reminding myself, too. “He’s the one who needs a Daddy tonight. I’m just here to watch.”
I raised an eyebrow, challenging Daddy to call me on it, but then felt a stab of guilt when Isaac deflated, dropping his eyes to the ground. Before I could reassure him that I’d loved every minute of having him in my arms, Daddy Roman just patted my back and then dropped his hand with an indulgent smile that pissed me off for some reason. “Fair enough.”
Isaac peeked up at me. “I’m sorry, Jules. I know you didn’t want to—”
“No, baby,” I said, pretty sure I was going to hell for ever making him think that he’d been a burden.
“But if you didn’t want to—”
I shushed him with the pads of my fingers over his lips. “I wanted to.”
“But we’ll certainly respect your limits,” Daddy Roman said, wrapping an arm around my boo.
I narrowed my eyes. Was the mantryingto get a rise out of me? Because honey, nobody did hard to handle like a queen who’d been pushed too far.
Roman’s lips twitched, his eyes taking a lazy stroll up and down my body. The banked heat in them reassured me that he still wanted my arse, but instead of going all bossy and commanding and telling me I had to keep helping Isaac out, or drop to my knees and put my mouth to good use, or damn, even put me over his knee like he’d threatened earlier, he just smiled.
“Ofcoursewe’ll respect your limits, Jules,” Isaac said earnestly, leaning against Roman the way he’d been leaning against me earlier.
I felt like a third wheel, and they weren’t even fucking yet.
I swallowed hard, then lifted my chin and pulled up my inner diva. “I’m here for Isaac. Whatever he needs.”
“Of course,” Roman said. “A boy should always get what he needs.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Isaac said, which aggravated me even more. But not nearly as much as when Roman slid his hand up my boo’s back and wrapped it around his neck, rubbing his thumb against one of the love bites I’d left there, back and forth, over and over, until my cock started to ache and Isaac, the dazed little sugar pop,whined.
Daddy’s eyes sparkled. Ugh.Notattractive. “If you’re sure there’s no way I could talk you into doing something more, Jules…”
“I’m sure,” I bit out, because self-sabotage was my middle name. Then I took a breath and waved a hand in front of me airily, forcing myself to look as relaxed as I should be. “Isaac is sweet and innocent and precious. He needs a big, strong Daddy to look out for him.” Not a selfish attention-whore of a diva who was prickly on the outside and embarrassingly clingy on the inside. I cleared my throat. “That’s why the two of you are perfect for each other. For this weekend, I mean. Fornow. Then it will just be me and Isaac again.” I looked at my boo, eyes wide and startled looking, and realized I might be overemoting. Oversharing? Revealing more than I’d meant to. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” I reassured him with a saucy wink. “I’m still here to make sure Daddy takes care of you.”
Roman’s brows knitted together, and he gave me a far too assessing look. It made my stomach jumpy. “You must really love him to be so willing to let him have what he needs,” he finally said.
I rolled my eyes. “OfcourseI love him.”
“I love you, too,” Isaac blurted, then bit his lip and turned pink, ducking his head again.
I grinned, then couldn’t stand it anymore and tugged him out of Roman’s arms, resting my head against his as I breathed in his sugary sweet scent. “Just remember, boo, I’ll cut a bitch who doesn’t treat you right.”
Roman laughed, resting his hand on the back of my head in a stupidly comforting gesture that had the fight flowing right out of me. He really was what Isaac needed, and I was being prickly and difficult for no good reason. I was theworst.
“I’ll consider myself warned,” Roman said, petting me like he thought I was a damn cat. “But don’t worry, Jules. You won’t have to cut anyone tonight. Like I said, boys should always get what they need. That’s my job tonight, and if you trust me to do it…”
“I do,” I said, which would have been harder to admit if he hadn’t still been drugging me with that big hand of his. Massaging the back of my neck now. Working the tension out from hours of carrying Mel B. and Mel C. around. Turning my head toward him, and—
“Then kiss me, gorgeous boy,” Daddy said, holding himself a hair’s breadth away from my lips. “I’ve heard you loud and clear. Now let Daddy give you what you need.”
My eyes fluttered closed and I sighed in relief, all the jagged icicles in my prickly heart melting inside. But then, the moment before I let my lips meet his, my eyes popped back open in shock.
