Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“Come on, Little girl. Let’s get you into a bath. How is your hip? Fuck, we probably shouldn’t have had her on her hands and knees.”
“What hip?” she mumbled. “I don’t have any hips. And all of me is hunky-dory.”
“Hunky-dory?” Jack asked, sounding amused. “Is that a medical term?”
“Uh-huh, just ask Jameson.”
Drat. She wished she hadn’t brought up his name. Now Jack and Ian would be reminded that he wasn’t here like they wanted.
But neither of them said anything. Instead, they took her down to her bedroom and Jack ran a bath while Ian held her on his lap.
“I’m being lazy. I shouldn’t be taking a bath in the middle of the day. I need to get ready for tomorrow.”
“You can do that later,” Ian told her. “Right now, you’re going to let us take care of you.”
Darn it. That sounded so nice that she didn’t protest any further.
Ian carried her into the bath when Jack called out that it was ready. He checked the temperature first before lowering her in.
“Don’t you trust Jack?” she asked in amusement.
“When you’ve been on the receiving end of his pranks, then you tell me how much you trust him.”
“Hey!” Jack protested. “I would never do that.”
“What? Prank me?” Ian asked as he picked up a cloth and started to wash her.
“No. Prank Maggie.” Jack winked at her. “You’re fair game.”
Ian grumbled to himself.
“I can, um, wash myself, you know,” she told him.
Ian paused and something strange filled his face. “You don’t want me to wash you?”
“Oh no, that’s not what I meant,” she said hastily. “I like when you guys take care of me.”
“And we like taking care of you.” Ian grasped her chin, tilting her face back. “So let us do that, yeah?”
“Okay,” she agreed as Jack’s phone buzzed. He was sitting on the counter, watching them. Which probably should have felt weird. But she liked that he wasn’t running off to do something else.
“Hux is going to drop William back here in about an hour. He thought he better give us a head’s up.” Jack wriggled his eyebrows.
Dear Lord.
How did Hux know that something had gone on?
“There’re no cameras up there, are there?” she asked, her heart racing.
“No, Little girl,” Ian told her as he ran the cloth over her pussy lips.
Shit, they were so sensitive that it was almost too much. Yet, not enough.
“Do you think I’d ever allow anyone to see you naked?” Jack said in a dark voice.
Okay. She’d forgotten about intense Jack.
“No,” she said.
“That’s right. Hux has just picked up on some of the tension between us,” Jack told her.
Was it that obvious?
“Are you sure you’re feeling all right?” Ian asked. “You should rest tomorrow.”
“I’ll be fine. I just fucked the two of you on a sun lounger, nothing too strenuous.”
Lord, please don’t blush.
She was full of false bravado.
Ian frowned while Jack grinned.
“We must be doing it wrong if it wasn’t too strenuous,” Jack drawled.
“Hmm, seems we’ll have to try harder,” Ian added.
Yikes.
“I still think you need an early night,” Ian told her. “I’ll make burgers. No, wait, you need something healthier. Salads.”
“You can’t promise burgers and then switch to salads,” she told him. “That’s just mean.”
“Jameson said we’re not feeding you properly. You need vegetables and lean protein.”
“Yeah, but Jameson isn’t here. We are. So we can do what we want.” She grinned at him.
He plopped some bubbles from the bath on her nose. “You think you’re going to get your way by smiling at me sweetly?”
“Well, I was hoping.”
Ian got that look on his face. The one that said he was about to start a lecture.
Oh, goody.
“Maybe we could have a burger with a salad on the side,” Jack suggested.
“Please, Ian.” She gave him puppy dog eyes.
“I suppose that’s acceptable. If you eat your salad.”
“I will! I’ll take three whole bites.” That was a lot. Right?
Ian raised an eyebrow. “Three whole bites, Little girl?”
She mimed three big bites, then she giggled.
Oops. Her Little was out in full force. Probably the bubble bath.
“I love bubble baths.”
“Do you?” Ian murmured. “You look cute as a button.”
“Cute as a button?” Jack repeated. “I’ve never heard you say something like that.”
Ian went red.
“Well, I think you’re as handsome as a superhero,” she told Ian.
“Yeah?” Ian raised his eyebrows.
“I mean . . . perhaps not Aquaman handsome . . . but you know, definitely more handsome than the Joker.”
“You brat!” He tickled her and she let out peals of laughter.
“Mercy! Mercy or I’ll pee!”
“She can’t handle being tickled,” Jack warned. “She really will need to pee.”
“Let’s get you out and onto the toilet then. We should have put you on the toilet first. Women are supposed to pee after sex.”
“Daddy!” She put her hands over her ears. “La-la-la!”
It took her a moment to notice that Ian had frozen. She dropped her hands, and then she realized what she’d said.