Dating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Daddy
Addison murmurs, closing her eyes.
“It’s not too hot?”
“Mm-mmm,” She says, eyes still closed.
Addison doesn’t see it, but she feels it: the gentle ripple of the water as Javan steps in, the feel of Javan’s calves brushing against Addison’s own as he sinks down onto the bench across from her, sighing.
The hot tub is technically big enough for two, but Javan’s legs are long.
Addison opens her eyes.
Now that Javan has settled in, most of his body is concealed by the water, thankfully, except for his bare shoulders. His arms are spread out, resting along the sides of the hot tub. Maybe Addison can actually manage to have a conversation with him like this.
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