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I have never had this painful of a hard-on in my life. And even knowing that I’m going to have to take care of it with my hand, I don’t think I have ever had a better sexual experience in my life.

I look from Dash over to Benjamin and Abby. She is smiling up at him at whatever he just said, and my heart expands in my chest.

Yet.

I haven’t had a better sexual experience in my life yet.

“So I definitely want hot fudge on my sundae. How about you, Abby?”

She looks over at me as if surprised that ice cream is what is on my mind.

“Let me clean you up first,” Dash says. “How about a bubble bath?”

He strides across the kitchen and stops in front of Benjamin and Abby. She nods.

Benjamin seems to completely understand and surrenders her as Dash leans over to pick her up.

He heads out of the kitchen, clearly taking her upstairs to her bedroom.

Dash is the thoughtful caretaker, so if he thinks she needs a bubble bath and probably a little alone time, then that’s what she needs.

But my heart flips over when I hear Abby call back to us, “I like strawberry sauce on my ice cream. Do you have that?”

I meet Benjamin’s gaze, and he chuckles. “Me too,” he said softly.

Yeah, I think I just changed my favorite ice cream topping too.

“We definitely have that,” I call back.

I think I’m going to be in the mood for strawberries every day for the rest of my life.

CHAPTER 13

DASH

“You’re being such a good girl,” I tell Abby as I carry her upstairs. “You really made Kane and Benjamin happy down there.”

She’s snuggled in against my chest, still gloriously naked. She’s light and leggy in my arms. I have them wrapped tightly around her, so she doesn’t get cold.

“What about you?” she asks with a whisper, glancing up at me.

“More happy than you can imagine.”

Yes, I have a raging hard on.

Yes, I want to fuck her within an inch of her life.

Yes, I have every intention of doing so sooner or later.

But tasting Abby, licking her sweet tangy pussy, hearing her cries of pleasure, was more satisfying than any sex I’ve had in my life up to this point.

“You’re a perfect little good girl,” I tell her. “You come so easily for us.”

“It is easy with you. Everything is easy with you.”

I use my foot to push open the door to her bedroom and take her into the bathroom, flicking on the ambient secondary lighting rather than the harsh overhead light.

When I set Abby down on the tile flooring she shivers. I immediately reach out and grab a fluffy towel off the hook next to the shower and wrap her in it. Creating a little knot between her breasts, I brush my lips over hers.