Dirty Daddies Underground
I whisper softly, heart fluttering nervously in my chest, “that I already feel like I love you three?”
Theo groans deeply beneath me, hands gripping my waist tightly, his hips shifting instinctively. “Now I really do want to fuck you,” he murmurs roughly, pressing a slow, heated kiss to my lips. When he pulls back, his gaze is deep, serious. “No, Harper. It’s not crazy at all.”
Warmth spreads through my chest, relief mingling with newfound confidence. Theo kisses me again, deeper this time, his lips possessive and tender, filling me with reassurance.