Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Okay.
He let the Fox put his boxers on. He drew them up over his ass and his firm dick. That thing wasn’t going down. It was super excited.
Shit.
Next, the Fox put the sweatpants he’d grabbed from his duffel bag on him. Then standing, he patted his sore ass. Brody shot him a look and he just grinned. “Cute ass. Looks even sexier when it’s red from my hand.”
Great. He had a feeling he had a lot of spankings in his future.
Autumn was aware that the two of them had her bundled up between them on the sofa for a reason.
It was torture time.
In other words . . . she had to tell them what had happened today that had sent her spiraling.
They’d had some dinner. Well, she hadn’t been able to eat much since the Fox had made her have some pre-dinner snacks. She’d been aware of them both sneaking her concerned looks, but no one had said anything, to her relief. Her stomach was in knots, her nerves jangling.
She jumped to her feet. “I need a coffee. Who wants a coffee?”
The Fox reached out and lightly grasped her forearm. She startled. She hated that she did that. She knew he wouldn’t harm her, but she couldn’t help it.
“Bunny, look at me,” the Fox said. He didn’t immediately draw his hand back the way that Brody might have. “Who has hold of you?”
“You do.”
“Who am I?”
“The Fox. Daddy. Daddy Foxy.”
“That’s right. Am I going to hurt you?”
“No.”
“My good girl. Come sit back down.”
“But my coffee . . .”
“You’re not having a coffee this late at night.”
What? No coffee? He couldn’t do that!
“Energy drink?” she asked.
“Nope.”
“Coffee candy?”
“Afraid not.”
“What is this hell?” she cried dramatically. “I can’t live without any of those things.”
The Fox narrowed his dark brown eyes. The man was seriously hot. It was crazy.
You don’t even know his name or where he lives or if this is his real face.
But she didn’t care.
“You can live without them. And from now on there will be no caffeine after dinner.”
The room spun. Literally spun.
“Whoa.” The Fox lifted her, depositing her on his lap. “Baby girl, what’s wrong?”
Brody picked up her hand, dropping to his knees on the floor. “Her pulse is rapid.”
“We need to take her to the doctor, she nearly fainted.”
“I’m fine,” she said hastily at the threat of a doctor. “Just in shock. I need my caffeine, Daddy.”
“Not after dinner. And you’ll have to start cutting down during the day too. This is the first step.”
“I don’t like the first step. Or any of the other steps.”
“Too much caffeine isn’t good for you,” the Fox told her.
Brody brushed her hair off her face. “And even though you’ve gotten better, you still need to eat more.”
“Yes, you need to eat three small meals a day. And drink plenty of water,” the Fox decreed. “Those are your rules.”
“I don’t like these rules.”
“I know, but they’re for your health so you’ll follow them,” the Fox said firmly.
Darn it.
Brody moved back to sit next to her.
“Sure you don’t feel faint?” the Fox asked her. “You might still need the doctor.”
“No, I’m not sick. No doctors. Yuck. Don’t like doctors.”
“Did a doctor hurt you?” the Fox asked with a frown. “Give me a name . . .”
“No, no! I just don’t like them.”
The Fox turned her so she was straddling his lap much like how Brody had been earlier. “Now, it’s time to tell us what happened today.”
“Umm.”
“Why did I come home to find you cleaning the house?” Brody asked.
“It was dirty?”
They both gave her looks of disbelief.
Darn it.
“Should have known that wouldn’t work, my house is never dirty.”
“Autumn,” the Fox said warningly.
“I saw Brad today,” she blurted out.
“What?” Brody asked. “What did he say to you? I didn’t know you were going out today.”
“Mrs. Ellison needed a ride to the hairdresser. There’s something wrong with her car. I took her and figured I might as well get a haircut.”
“Haircut?” The Fox looked at her hair.
“I didn’t get it done,” she said. “I’d just had it washed and was sitting at the basin when Laura came in with her friends. They started making these snide remarks while pretending to be nice. About how hard it must be for me to come out in public. And aren’t I brave trying to do something to make myself look better.”
“They’re all dead,” the Fox said. “Give me their names.”
“Thanks, Daddy Foxy. But you’re not killing them.” She patted his hand while he grumbled at that. “They’re just bitches. Anyway, I couldn’t take it. I told the hairdresser I had to leave. I sent an Uber back for Mrs. Ellison. Then when I went outside, Brad was there.”
“What did he do?” the Fox asked in a low voice.
She licked her dry lips and Brody reached into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a cherry lip balm which he put on her lips.