My Children's Alpha King Dad
He pouts at me, hands crossed over his chest, head hanging low.
“I’m sorry, sweetie, my mind got away from me. You want me to press play?” I lean over Sebastian and grab my phone from the tiny side table next to the couch. He leans back but I can still feel the heat radiating off of his body. My body shivers. “You ready?”
“Yes,” Evan responds with a sniffle. He turns around, his back to the rest of the people in the room, and the music begins.
We watch as Evan begins his tap dance. I rest my hand on my thigh, fingers spread out along the warm, and very damp, material of my pants. I don’t dare look to the side of me, not wanting to tease temptation and give into any urges I may have.