Logan (Dad Bod Doms Book 1) by Golden Angel

Author:Golden Angel [Angel, Golden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Golden Angel LLC
Published: 2020-09-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Felicity

Crap.

Two outfits to choose from, which she’d felt good about when she’d packed them—easy, right?

Ha.

She hated both of them and wished she’d packed something else. Turning in the mirror to see herself from the side and back, she bit her lip.

For some reason, she’d been thinking of the silky, short gown as being the more modest option because it technically covered more than her corset and skirt, but now that she had it on, all she could see were the flaws it highlighted. Her boobs drooped and barely fit into the top, and the sheer inserts which had seemed so sexy showed way too much of all the parts she wanted to hide.

Why had she thought showing off a bit of her midriff was sexy? Maybe it had been in her mid-twenties, but that was a decade and two babies ago. Her ass was too big, making the sheer inserts spread out in a way they were only supposed to do when she moved. This had not been bought with curves in mind.

Maybe she should put on the corset instead… but then she’d have to wear this tomorrow. Unless she just wore the corset both nights. But if they were going back to the same place, it would be really obvious. Logan knew she had two outfits. Wouldn’t he wonder why she was only wearing one of them?

“Felicity, what are you doing?” His voice broke through the anxiety spiral she’d gotten on.

“Um…” She plucked at the hem of the negligee. “Thinking about changing?”

“Why? You look gorgeous.” The admiration in his voice was sincere, but Felicity gave her reflection a dubious look.

“It shows off… a lot.”

“You used to show off a lot more.” A touch of amusement entered his voice as he walked up behind her. With him standing there, wearing nothing but his leathers, she felt even worse. Sure, he didn’t have the well-defined muscular body from when they’d first met, but he still looked good. He really was a Dad Bod Dom, with the body of a guy who used to be very fit but had let himself go and was now squishable but hot.

Felicity only felt squishable—in all the wrong places.

“I used to look better, showing it off,” she said, poking at one of her rolls through the sheer panel, scowling.

Suddenly, she was pulled backward. Felicity let out a little squeal as she was spun around, landing stomach first on the bed with her body bent at the waist. Her skirt was flipped up to expose her ass and thighs. She realized her mistake, but it was already too late.

Shit!

“I didn’t mean—” Her words were cut off before she could even really begin.

Smack!

“Ow!” Slapping her hands over her mouth, she tried to quiet her cry of surprised pain. She had no idea how thin the walls of their hotel room were, and the idea of someone in the room next to them overhearing her was mortifying. Logan punctuated each smack with a stern word.

Smack!

“What…”

Smack!

“Did…”

Smack!

“I say…”

Smack!

“About…”

Smack!

“Putting…”

Smack!

“Yourself…”

Smack!

“Down?”

SMACK!

Whimpering, she did a little dance as Logan peppered her ass with short, sharp swats.

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