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He shakes his head and smiles. “We’re good.”

“I’d say we’re better than good.”

“I guess you’re gonna have to start liking me now,” he says.

“I’ll try.”

25

FLETCHER

“Come on,Daddy, you’re taking too long,” George shouts from the other side of the bedroom door.

I giggle as Harrison kisses a trail over my sides, which is a particularly sensitive—okay, ticklish—area for me.

“Ten minutes, George.” I cover my head with a pillow to stop from laughing.

“Why are you taking so long?”

I look down at Harrison, who’s under the covers, his hair all messy, with an expression that means trouble. He stares down at my hard cock.

“Don’t you dare,” I whisper.

“They’re probably washing under their armpits,” I hear Megan say. “Mommy says adult armpits smell real bad, so they have to wash them properly.”

Harrison snorts.

“My armpits smell sometimes,” George says. “If I jump a lot when I’m playing.”

“Mommy’s armpits don’t smell. Maybe it’s because Dr. Mike helps her clean them properly.”

Harrison’s eyes bulge out, so I pull him up on the bed and kiss him.

“Do you like Apple Jacks or Cheerios?” George asks.

“Cheerios.”

“Okay, let’s have Cheerios.”

“Yeah. My daddy and your daddy are probably going to spend a looong time washing their armpits. Daddy armpits are hairy,” Megan says, and that’s when I lose it.

Harrison covers my mouth with his hand, but I can’t stop laughing.

“Stop it. It sounds like we’ve just been given permission for some extrawashingtime,” he says, palming my erection.

“Hmm.” I raise my hips for more of his touch, but he takes his hand back, getting up from the bed. I wrap my arms around him from the back as he’s turning the water on. “Hey, how thorough do you think Dr. Mike is—”

He turns around, covering my mouth with one hand and pointing down with the other.

“If you want me to use this erection for something this morning, you won’t finish that sentence.”

I push his hand away and take his mouth, walking him backward until we’re both in the shower. Our erections rub against each other, and I moan at the wonderful friction.

Last night we had to be super quiet, but with the noise from the shower, we can let go.

We both reach out to the shelf, but he gets to the lube first. To my surprise, he hands it to me and turns around to face the wall.

“Nuh-uh, sugar pie, you're not picking now to give me your ass.”