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“Cuddle time, cutie.” Wrapping my arms around him, I walked us over to the couch and pulled him down onto my lap. “Cohen can have your legs.”
Ian giggled, snuggling against my chest as Cohen huffed. “It sounds like you’re giving me his feet.”
Based on the way he had one eyebrow raised, I thought it was safe to assume Cohen didn’t have a foot fetish. “Oh, can’t you see how wonderful every inch of my boy is? I think I’m offended.”
Still giggling, Ian slipped off his shoes and started wiggling his sock-clad toes. “Daddy likes my feet.”
Cohen barked out a laugh. “Oh, that’s how it’s going to be, is it?”
Taking it as a challenge, the TV was quickly forgotten as Cohen crossed over to the couch in a few long strides. When he was leaning over us with his arms braced on the back, Ian and I were wonderfully trapped, and I could feel the desire firing through my sweet boy.
“What should I do about a naughty boy who’s playing Bishop and me against each other?” Cohen’s sexy words were hot enough I’d have told him anything he wanted to hear, but my blushing boy was fast on his feet.
“Oh, but Uncle Cohen, I’ve been very good.” Then the mischievous boy kissed Cohen’s cheek, giving him wide eyes. “I’m your good boy.”
Hmm.
He was very good indeed.
Cohen agreed based on the sexy groan he let out and the soft peck he gave Ian before aiming that sexy gaze on me. “Your boy is as smooth as his Daddy.”
And we were both very lucky too.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Reaching up, I wrapped my hand around his head and tugged him down for a kiss.
With Ian trapped between us, I stroked my tongue against Cohen’s, encouraging him to deepen it until we were both desperate for air. When we finally separated, all three of us were breathing heavily as Cohen's hungry gaze had my cock getting even harder.
However, he had the self-control—and the common sense—to give us both one last soft peck each before straightening, making it clear the sexy times were done for the time being. “Naughty and tempting…”
I wasn’t sure if that was aimed at me or Ian or both…but either way, I thought it wasn’t bad for a first date…and I couldn’t wait to see what would happen on our second.
Chapter 4
Cohen
I knew I shouldn’t…but I did it anyway.
I answered the fucking phone.
“Yes?” Doing my best to sound slightly bored as I continued typing out the notes I’d been making, I grinned as Preston huffed.
“If you play dumb, I’ll let Eli call you…or better yet, I’ll let him come over and hang out with you.” His threat had me groaning and I could almost hear the grin in his voice. “That’s what I thought.”
“Why are you two so nosy?” This was living proof that doing anything with people associated with L and L would come back to bite me in the ass.
But since there was nothing to be done about it now, especially since Bishop and Ian were addictingly sweet, I pushed back from the computer and sighed. “You’re interrupting my work.”
Preston snorted. “You’re always working.”
Not since I’d started seeing Bishop, but I wasn’t going to volunteer that information. It’d just lead us down a rabbit trail I wasn’t sure I was ready to address.
“Besides, this is your fault for ignoring Eli’s texts. You should count yourself lucky I told him I’d call.” Preston’s self-righteous tone had me rolling my eyes. “He had to work on some project with Roman, so you get me being friendly and caring.”
He was full of shit.
“So you’re going to ask me about my day and about work?” As Preston barked out a laugh, I kept going. “Oh, you want to know how I’m doing and what I think about the new line of lingerie you’re looking at?”
He completely ignored my helpful suggestions. “Two subs? What are you up to? I’ve had five different people randomly stop in my office this morning and the consensus is that they thought you were straight.”
Rolling my eyes, I decided to grab more coffee from the kitchen since this wasn’t going to be a quick call. “I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.”
Besides, it simply meant I hadn’t made any of them uncomfortable enough to question my sexuality when they’d been running around half-naked and misbehaving.
“Don’t worry. I set them straight and now everyone wants to know what you’re doing with Bishop and Ian.” Preston sounded entirely too pleased with himself. “They can’t ask Ian because he’s hiding in Reece’s office with the door shut and Bishop is MIA this morning.”
Bishop was MIA because he was supposed to be looking for apartments, but I wasn’t sure who he’d told what to, so I didn’t volunteer anything.
