“Daddy, I can’t find my pyjamas,” Sienna shouts from the top of the stairs.
Drake presses his lips to my nose. “I’ll just go and tuck her in. Won’t be long.”
“Of course. I’ll just wait here.” I wander over to the sofa and pull out my phone, bees bussing in my stomach and heat curling in my centre.
Operation Fidget Delivery worked a treat.
Raine McJoy: You really went there. Using a kitten as a peace offering?
Nikita McSpicy: Men are weak for pussy. It’s science.
Nikki McQueen: I can’t decide if that’s genius or concerning.
It was either that or I smother myself in catnip and hope for the best.
Raine McJoy: You’d definitely have his attention. Probably the cat’s too.
BTW I’ve officially renamed you all in my phone. Nikki McQueen, Nikita McSpicy, and Raine McJoy
Nikki McQueen: You mean you don’t have our full names anymore?
Raine McJoy: It’s an improvement. We’ll take it.
Nikki McQueen: So what happened? Spill the tea.
Well, I’m in his home. Staying the night. He’s just gone to put his daughter to bed.
Nikita McSpicy: You minx!
Raine McJoy: Please tell me you’re wearing matching underwear.
I was going to until Cupid decided my bra strap was a toy.
Nikita McSpicy: Nothing says romance like stray cat hair on your undergarments.
Raine McJoy: Is this a sleepover or a sleep over him situation?
You lot are feral.
Nikki McQueen: I have to get my kicks somewhere. The in-laws are still here. If they don’t go by the end of the week, I’m moving in with you and your cats.
Raine McJoy: You could move in now. Ember’s not there.
Nikita McSpicy: Can’t you have sex with the in-laws in the next room?
Nikki McQueen: Are you kidding? In this house? These walls are paper thin.
Nikita McSpicy: Can’t he just gag you?
Raine McJoy: Ember, make sure you’re quiet. You don’t want the kid running in while you're mid-orgasm asking what all the screaming’s about.
Nikita McSpicy: Been there.
He just came back downstairs. Gotta go. Wish me luck.
Raine McJoy: Go get your dragon, girl.
Nikita McSpicy: Does he have a monster cock?
