WHIT
Leo’s house is very nice. It’s not overly large, but it’s old and has so much character. My eyes can’t decide where to focus. All of the woodwork is gorgeous. The floors must be the originals, and how he’s decorated everything gives it a modern flare with a classic twist.
“Can I take your coat?” Leo steps behind me and reaches for my shoulders. “And shoes off in the house.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I tease, and he grins.
“I do like the sound of that.”
“What? Me calling you Daddy?” I play dumb.
“Yes, that.”
I step closer and wrap my arms around his shoulders. “I like it too. Daddy.”
Heat flashes in his eyes, and he blinks the lust away. “Come on. Let me give you a tour.”
Every room is comfortable and full of large plush chairs, couches, pillows, and super soft blankets. I might have grabbed a particularly pretty baby-pink one and wrapped it around my shoulders as he continued his tour.
“And this is the bathroom. I obviously had the kitchen and the bathrooms redone because they were old-fashioned and tiny.”
I gasp and run my fingers over the clawfoot tub. “This is beautiful.”
“I wish I could say it was original, but I had to search far and wide to find one that was in good enough shape to be restored.”
“How old is it?”
“The collector who sold it to me estimated it to be almost a hundred years old.”
“Wow!”
“What can I say? I like antiques and nice things, so I really enjoyed salvaging what I could and splurging where I needed to.” He winks and takes my hand. “As much as I’d like to give you a bath, because that sounds like something Daddies do, I’m hungry and exhausted. I went straight to the bar when I landed.”
Wait. I didn’t tell him I was going out.
“How did you know I was there?”
“Daddies know things,” he says confidently and pulls me into his bedroom. It’s a soft gray color with black and pink accents. I’m almost distracted when he starts to undress.
“Yeah, but not where I am… Oh.” The light bulb goes off in my head. “You have a tracker on my phone.”
Now he looks sheepish as he pulls out some pajamas. They are a pale blue camisole and shorts with a white lace trim. God, he looks sexy.
“I can take it off, but I really like knowing the people I care about are safe.”
Maybe I should be more worried about his stalker-like behavior, but I actually think it’s sweet.
“You care about me?” I ask.
“Maybe a little.” He steps closer.
“I care about you too.” Then I step closer, and suddenly there’s no room between us. My fingers toy with the lacy hem of his shorts. “I like these.”
“Thank you. They make me feel pretty.”
“You’re very pretty.” I’m about to kiss him when his stomach growls.
“I guess your milk wasn’t enough to fill me up.”
