“Yes, Wittle Weo, you got to be nice to your guests,” I repeat.
Keep calling me that and I fucking swear I will remind you how far from little I am. His growl comes through the link, sending pleasure to my core. My entire body wants exactly that… and maybe a part of my mind, too…
Well, I don’t remember. Guess there was nothing to remember… I reply haughtily as we continue eating. The image of his dick is still clear in my mind…
Oh, fuck. My entire body is a mess of nerves, and that dangerous desire that is pooling between my legs is growing.
Damn it, Azura, focus.
I do my best to focus on Corrado after that, and when dinner is over, both Leo and I get up at the same time to clear the table. Leo is about to say something, but I cut in,
“I’ll do it. You cooked,” I say when our hands brush, and his gaze rakes over me.
“Fine, you can put that sexy ass to use.”
We both freeze, and I can almost see the annoyance on his face at himself for letting that comment slip.
Nice to know you think it’s sexy, I remark, brushing past him, my bare shoulder brushing his arm.
Don’t push it.
This wasn’t meant to be going like this… and how the hell are we flirting when there is a kid watching us with such intensity that you can’t miss him.
“I’ll help!” Corrado offers as he stands up, about to take the drinks to the fridge.
“Let me wipe your hands first,” Leo says, taking a hand wipe and crouching beside his son.
I watch them, feeling my chest tighten at the faint smile on Leo’s face, the adoration on Corrado’s, and the way Leo wipes his face, too. He is a good dad…
I look away quickly, washing the dishes. My own dad was perfect, the best dad anyone could wish for, and I want my baby to have that…
Once the table is wiped, Leo takes out a platter of dessert shots.
“Daddy didn’t make these,” Corrado announces, “I chose them from the shop all by myself. Winnie let me.”
“Yeah, I can tell,” Leo remarks as we look at all the colourful desserts.
“They look yummy,” I say as Corrado runs to get spoons.
“What drink do you want? Hot chocolate, coffee, or anything?” Leo asks when our eyes meet.
“Milk,” I say, smirking as something else milky white came to mind…
“Is your mind always in the gutter?”
“I didn’t say anything,” I retort, my gaze dipping to the front of those jeans that hug his perfect legs. He steps closer, about to reach for me when Corrado’s little figure stops, observing us intently.
“You didn’t need to; your eyes speak loud enough,” he replies, turning to Corrado. “You got the spoons?”
“Yes, I did…” he says, pretending to yawn. “I’m so tired, too.”
“Oh yeah?” Leo asks sceptically. “You wanted Azura here, and now you’re ready for bed?”
“Yes! I want Azura to put me to bed, please? And then you can put Daddy to bed, too!” I can’t help but burst out laughing at that.
“Corrado…” Leo warns him.
“But, Daddy, we had a plan,” he whispers, motioning for Leo to crouch down. Leo sits down, lifting him onto his lap.
“There was no plan, that was just you being you. Now, which one do you want?” Leo asks, placing him down on the seat beside him.
“I want this one.”
While Corrado helps himself to what looks like a strawberry mousse, Leo walks over to the kitchen to make himself a drink. Leo switches the coffee machine on before grabbing two glasses and a bottle of milk from the fridge.
“Thanks,” I say, crossing my legs as I help myself to a custard and cake shot with lots of sprinkles on it.
He pours two glasses of milk. Is it just me or is seeing a tatted hunk with his biceps on show doing something so casual, and still looking so damn sexy, a huge turn-on? His eyes meet mine as he slides the glass closer.
“Thanks, for the meal, too, it was really tasty. I’m pretty impressed,” I admit, eating a second spoonful of custard.
“I would say anytime, but I really don’t want you to make this into a habit,” he replies arrogantly as he walks over to finish making his hot drink.
“Make it a habit!” Corrado adds happily.
“Yeah, and just think, when you’re feeding me, it’s not only me you’re actually feeding,” I remind him when he returns and takes a seat next to Corrado.
“Yes, Daddy, Azura can’t cook, she needs you to cook!” Leo is now frowning.
“I don’t cook daily, Corrado, but yeah, you actually can’t cook, so what are you eating?”
“What do you mean?”
“Meaning are you getting the nutrition you need?” Is he really going to grill me on that?
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