Page 62 of Big Daddy to Go

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Kane

Itake Lexi back to my place, and Kayla can’t get enough of her. Lexi sits on the rug scratching Kayla’s belly as I order the food. I change into basketball shorts and a tank top, eager to get comfortable after overworking myself these past couple of weeks.

I don’t have to stifle thoughts of Lexi anymore with work. She is all mine, and I won’t let anyone hurt her ever again. I pour two glasses of wine and sit on the couch.

“My two favorite girls have missed each other,” I tease.

Lexi laughs, and I hand her a glass of wine. She plops down next to me on the couch, and Kayla puts her snout on Lexi’s lap.

“Aw,” Lexi says, scratching my dog’s head.

“Was Melanie disappointed you won’t be staying with her?”

Lexi tucks her legs underneath her and clanks her glass with mine before taking a sip.

“She was happy to hear the agony leave my voice.”

“I’m glad to hear I wasn’t the only one who was miserable.”

She snuggles her head into the crook of my neck, and I wrap my arm around her.

“So, which room is mine?” she asks.

I glare down at her, not sure if she’s joking or not. I’ll be okay if she chooses to sleep in a different bed, but I can’t hide my disappointment.

“Uh… you can take your pick.”

She thinks for a moment. “I’ll take the one that comes with the irresistible guy. Unless that room is all booked?”

She wrinkles her nose as she jokes with me.

I squeeze her inner thigh. “I think I have one vacancy left.”

Lexi takes another sip of wine and kisses me. She nibbles on my bottom lip and immediately moves to sit in my lap, forgetting all about the wine in her hand. The movement causes the red liquid to dump all over her white tank top.

“Shit,” she hisses, standing up to check if she got any on the couch. “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t get it anywhere, baby. Besides, you look good painted red,” I grin, staring at the wet, red-stained tank top clinging to her huge breasts.

She pulls the top over her head, which leaves her in just her yoga pants and satin bra. The white bra is also stained with wine.

“Well, that’s the only shirt I have with me,” she chuckles.

“I’m not complaining,” I wink. “It looks like the wine soaked through. You should probably take off the bra too,” I grin.

She reaches behind her back and unclasps the bra. She pulls the satin fabric away, and I admire her massive tits like it’s the first time I’m seeing them.

The phone rings, signifying there’s a delivery. I pick up the phone, and the doorman explains the food has arrived.

“Thank you. Send it up.”

Lexi’s eyes widen, and she makes a vain effort to cover her big breasts with her small hands. I laugh at her.

“Go grab a shirt from my closet.”

A moment later, there is a knock on the door. I take the food from the delivery person. When I close the door, Lexi is walking down the hall in one of my button-down dress shirts and nothing else. Her thick thighs stick out from underneath the shirt tails, and I want to throw her on top of the table and skip dinner.