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As Archer giggled, Wesley blushed and rolled his eyes at me, knowing very well what I was doing. “You’re insane.”
“That does not mean I’m wrong.” I could’ve had fun teasing both of them all night, but then Tyler walked over…probably to see if he needed to protect Wesley.
“Tyler, this is Archer. See, he’s going to be cute to photograph.” I couldn’t wait to see how the pictures would turn out.
Archer rolled his eyes and seemed to be trying to look laid back and professional. It was so cute. “There’s a lot more to photography than me not being homely.”
Archer seemed to believe what he was saying, but I was ready to call bullshit when Tyler chuckled and jumped in. “Yes, not everyone is photogenic, but as long as you can relax and have fun with the subject, I think you’ll do great.”
Declan decided that Archer needed some Dom confidence because he wrapped his arm around his boy and growled low. “He’d better have fun with his subject or I’m going to think he’s hiding something.”
As Archer blushed, realizing quickly that Declan was the subject in question, he snuggled even closer to Declan and turned an even more vibrant color as Declan whispered something naughty. Whatever it was got the right response from Archer, and his sweet, sexy response had the rest of us giggling.
Tyler nodded between the two of them. “That’s exactly what I meant. That blush and his wicked grin. Whatever he said gave you guys the perfect expressions. Now all we need is for you to be in fewer clothes and it will be perfect.”
That got another dramatic groan from Archer, but as he sighed and nodded against Declan’s chest, his Dom chuckled. “That’s the plan.”
And it was a fabulous plan…now we just needed to get them naked and turned on and the rest would be incredible.
Fingers crossed.
Chapter 19
Ian
“It went perfectly.” Bishop nearly whirled me around the foyer as he beamed. “No drama from Eli, and Wesley and Archer were both relaxed and happy.”
Laughing, I hugged him back as he set me down. “I’m glad.”
He’d tried to hide it, but Bishop had been nervous all week about meeting Archer in person for the first time and just the photo shoot. Seeing the weight lifted from his shoulders made me realize I probably should’ve called Cohen earlier and made sure he knew Bishop was worried.
Wait.
Would that be overstepping?
Pushing the random thoughts to the back of my head, I gave him a quick peck before curling into him. “Did you get enough dinner?”
They’d met for an early meal, but I wasn’t sure how he was feeling. Bishop chuckled and kissed my head. “Are you trying to take care of your Daddy or are you trying to wiggle out dessert?”
Both.
I pulled back, giving him my best wide-eyed expression. “I wanted to take care of my Daddy.”
He laughed, but his eyes twinkled with something sweeter as he kissed my forehead. “That’s the perfect answer to deserve ice cream.”
Feeling bouncy at the mention of the ice cream he’d brought over the other night, I was pleased I could nod. “And I didn’t eat it, so it’s still there.”
It’d been a close call several times, but the dessert had survived unscathed.
“Even better.” This time he leaned down and gave me a slow, tender kiss, nibbling at my lips before reluctantly pulling away. “Is this an ice cream and little night or an ice cream and date night?”
Oh.
That was a hard question.
As I thought about it and tried not to squirm, because I wasn’t sure if there was a right answer or not, Daddy chuckled. “That’s my answer then. Ice cream and little time.”
I gave up trying to hide my nervous wiggles. “Is that okay?”
Logically I knew he was going to say yes, since Bishop liked being my Daddy, but it still felt like I was asking him over and then expecting him to work.
He raised one eyebrow and gave me a very stern Daddy look. “What did I say would happen if you asked that question again?”
What did he say?
Ohhh.
Licking my lips as the rest of me went still, I couldn’t decide if I was going to panic or orgasm. It was a close call, honestly. Stern Daddy Bishop was sexy even if I didn’t want him frustrated with me.
I managed to swallow and not pout, though. “I…you said we would have to talk about punishments if I kept putting myself down…because…because being with me wasn’t a chore.”
Shoot.
How did I keep forgetting that?
“Come on, cutie.” Giving me a very concerned Daddy look, he took my hand and slowly walked me into the living room.
When he was on the couch and I was perched on his lap, finally pouting, he wrapped his arms around me. “Now, the first thing I want to make sure we’re both clear on is that I like taking care of you.”
