“Woah, there kid.” He snatched her off the ground, and she giggled loudly as his beard tickled her face. “You really think you’re gonna need all that stuff?”
“Yes!” she beamed. “Need to keep cwean.”
Leo lifted her up, running his nose over her body, making loud sniffing noises as she laughed and squirmed in his arms. “You don’t smell,” he joked.
“Not me, Daddy. For you!”
Laughter burst from my mouth at the child’s not so subtle dig. “Yeah, Leo. You need to keep clean.”
His eyes flashed to me, and I knew I was in trouble. He pulled Macy into his chest, whispering conspiringly with her.
“No…” I protested as they both turned to look at me. “Uh-uh. No.” I shuffled back on the bed as they advanced, Macy’s smirk identical to the one her father wore.
“Let’s get her!” he crowed.
They both dived on me and I fell into a fit of laughter as their fingers tickled at my stomach.
“Stop!” I pleaded, trying to breathe through the giggles.
After a minute or two and more begging on my part, they finally relented. Macy jumped off the bed, clapping her hands and smiling widely. Leo collapsed next to me.
“You’ll pay… for that…” I struggled.
“I go tell Jaywa, we going on twip?” Macy tugged on Leo’s arm, suddenly excited about sharing this new information with her friend.
Leo nodded. “Yeah, kid. Real quick, though.”
She didn’t need to be told twice, shooting out the door at record speed.
“How quick do you think she’ll be?” I asked casually.
Leo snorted. “She’ll get distracted, and we’ll have to go searching for her no doubt.”
Shuffling to the end of the bed, I jumped off and walked over to the door, pushing it closed. Turning, I pressed my back against it and smirked. Leo propped himself up on his elbows and watched me carefully.
“Don’t move off the bed,” I told him as my hands lifted the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and dropping it onto the floor.
“You want some music for this?” He smirked.
I shook my head, my bra dropped next, and suddenly he wasn’t so smug, his eyes falling down to my breasts. He pulled himself up, sitting a little straighter.
Popping the button on my jeans, I used one hand to pull down the zip while the other gripping my breast, kneaded it gently.
“You’re playing with fire, Hadley,” Leo warned, gripping the bulge that was forming in the front of his pants.
“Don’t move off the bed,” I told him again.
“You know you’re mine now, right? Pretty sure I should be the one giving the orders.”
“Nope.”
Slipping my hand down the front of my pants, I watched him. His eyes glazed, a sheen of lust covering them. “This your idea of making me pay?” he hissed.
I didn’t answer. My finger came in contact with my clit, and my head fell back against the wooden door.
“Fuck,” he whispered, and it only spurred me on.
I worked myself feverishly, moaning softly as I imagined Leo’s hands on me.