Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Content Discovery
- Dedication
- Dante Luciano
- Annie Peterson
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
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- Annie
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- Annie
- Dante
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
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- Annie - 12 months later
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She drops my hand gently and turns, going into the bathroom, and I watch her ass as she goes. Licking my lips, my cock hardens, and I wait for her to come back, wondering what she is doing. Less than a minute later, she comes back out with a damp cloth, a towel, and the arnica cream that we left for her bruises. Maria told me they were due to her falling over on the tiles in the bathroom, but that’s something else I need to get to the bottom of.
“Are you playing nurse again?” I ask, looking up at her small frame as she once again stands in front of me, placing the towel under my hand and dabbing my knuckles with the damp cloth.
“Somebody has to look after you,” she mumbles, and I grit my teeth to bite back the smile that threatens to break my steely gaze. “Besides, you have taken care of me since I have been here. I thought I could return the favor.” She nibbles on her lip in concentration, and I ache to suck on it.
“Thank you for getting my things…” I nod in acknowledgement.
“He looks like you, you know,” she says with a small smile appearing on her face, and I want more of it. Her small lips curve upwards, and she gets a small dimple on one side that makes it difficult for me to sit still with the growing bulge in my pants. Her happiness is starting to turn me on more than her body.
“Who?” I retort as I come back to myself, my eyes narrowing as there’s only one person she could be speaking about.
“The little boy who likes Legos,” she replies easily. Now she has my full attention. It appears Little Red has met my son.
I lean back in the chair at that, not as concerned with that fact as I thought I would be. I’m also truly enjoying her touch and the way her bare legs graze mine as she repositions herself to wipe my other hand. The fact that there is someone who wants to look after me is unusual. Aside from Maria, I haven’t had a woman look after me since my mother died when I was young. It is not something I thought I would have missed until now.
“Leo. He is my son.” As the words leave my mouth, her eyes meet mine.
“He is amazing. You must be very proud,” she says with a smile that takes up her whole face, her face genuinely lighting up at the thought of him.