I freeze on the spot, glancing up at Declan and then back at my phone.
Me: WTF?
Now all I see is Belle and Nora, naked together, and, fuck, my dick’s reacting to both of them topless. Which is sick, considering Nora’s tits are only huge now because they’re filled with milk.
My phone dings again, and it’s a picture of Belle laughing around her champagne glass, beautiful as ever, while Nora leans in, giving me the middle finger with an oversized smile on her face… and sure enough, her right boob hangs out with a small pumping device attached to it.
I bark out a laugh at the two of them and pass my phone to Declan to piss him off.
“What the feck are they doing?” he grumbles in his usual low-toned manner.
He starts typing away on my phone for a few minutes, then his eyes light up, chuckling to himself, shaking his head in amusement.
“What’s going on? Show me, show me.”
“What are you, five? Hold on. I’m talking to Nora.”
I grab the phone anyway and look at what he’s doing.
Me: It’s Declan. Tell Nora she’s going to be in big trouble tonight for that picture.
Queen B: Hi, Daddy, it’s me. I’m so sorry I was a bad girl. Will you spank me as punishment?
Me: I’ve told you a hundred times to stop calling me Daddy, so because of that, and how I know you love to be spanked so much, I think maybe orgasm denial sounds about right.
Queen B: YOU WOULDN’T!
Me: Oh, I would, angel. Better yet, I will spank you… get you nice and wet, then leave you without sorting you out.
Queen B: We are not on speaking terms. BYE.
My eyes slowly rise to Declan, and he shrugs. “I was going to delete them, but you took the phone too quickly.”
“Oh, it’s okay,Daddy Declan. You have no idea how much I love soft porn.” I blink my eyelashes playfully, doing everything in my power to hold back my laughter.
He stills, realizing what I’ve just read. “Peters… If you ever repeat that, I will literally kill you with my bare hands.”
I can’t hold it back. I laugh, thinking about Nora calling him daddy and him spanking her in the bedroom.
He doesn’t have to kill me… I’m dead.
“What’s going on?” Wills asks as he walks into the room.
Declan snaps his eyes to me. “Don’t,” he mouths.
I tap my back pocket a few times and waggle my brows in a silent threat, then turn back toward Wills and answer. “Not much. Declan was telling me how much he loves being a daddy now.”
Declan chokes on his drink while Wills nods in agreement, not having the faintest idea what I really mean. “It’s the best feeling in the world. I love being a dad.”
I let out another loud laugh, unable to control myself, just as my phone dings again.
Wills narrows his eyes at me, then shakes his head, ignoring me as usual.
John: Can you meet me in the guest bedroom?
Me: In Wills’s suite?
John: Yes.
