Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,27
a way to play once they got home.
When he gave Gavin his credit card to pay, the other man glanced at it and raised his eyebrows. Thankfully, Felicity had gone to the bathroom and completely missed Gavin recognizing his name.
“Mr. Hunt,” he said, giving Logan a meaningful nod. “I’ll see you later, then?”
“Yes, looking forward to it if your dungeon is as impressive as your dragons,” Logan said, his lips quirking. “It’s a surprise for Felicity.”
Gavin chuckled. “I look forward to seeing her reaction to discovering the Dungeon portion of the club.”
“Knowing her, she’ll be cracking jokes about Dungeon Masters all night now.” Logan couldn’t help smiling at the thought. It would certainly be an interesting evening.
Laughing, Gavin strode away.
“What did you say to him?” Felicity asked curiously, coming up behind him.
“Ah, just another silly pun,” Logan said, signing the bill with a flourish. Getting to his feet, he wrapped his arm around her. “Let’s head back to the hotel and call the kids, then we can get changed for this evening.”
Immediately, Felicity lit up with both anticipation and nervousness. “Changed as in…”
“Changed as in putting on one of those sexy little outfits you packed,” he whispered, leaning in to nibble at her ear. “So, we can go to our kind of club.”
She shivered, and Logan grinned.
Felicity
“Are you behaving for Aunt Marie and Aunt Trish?” she asked, her voice mock-stern.
“Yes, Mommy,” Oliver and Althea chorused so innocently, they almost sounded guilty.
Trish chuckled. “They’ve been great, Felicity. Oliver even ate his green beans at dinner.”
“He did?” Okay, that really was a surprise. Figured, he’d be more cooperative for his aunts than his parents.
“Yeah, then Aunt Trish gave me ice cream!”
Felicity laughed as Trish hushed him, but Trish was laughing, too. The kids were allowed to have dessert, but Trish must have convinced him it was a special treat in exchange for eating his green beans. Sneaky. Well, Felicity wouldn’t blow Trish’s cover.
“Oh, dear, ice cream? Hmm. Sounds like you’re being spoiled. Maybe I should ask Aunt Trish to give you double green beans tomorrow to make up for it.”
Oliver gasped with horror. “No, Mommy! I didn’t eat that much ice cream!”
“Okay, baby, as long as you keep being good for Aunt Trish, I won’t ask her to give you double green beans.”
“An’ me! An’ me!” Althea piped up.
“No double green beans for you either, sweetie.” Felicity blew a kiss at the phone screen. “You two be good. Sleep well. Love you.”
“Love you, mommy!”
“Love you, too!”
Logan popped up behind Felicity, looking over her shoulder.
“Good night, munchkins. Sweet dreams.”
“Night, daddy!”
“G’night, daddy!”
Sighing, Felicity hung up the phone. This wasn’t the first time someone else had put the kids to bed, although it had been a while since she and Logan had gone out on a date late enough, it was necessary, but knowing she wouldn’t be there if they needed her during the night was harder. She didn’t even have the monitor to look at, the way she did when they were home, and a babysitter had put them to bed.
Owie. A little swat on her ass made her jump, just stingy enough to get her attention and make her wish he’d smacked a little harder.
“Okay, beautiful, the kids are fine. It’s time to get dressed.”
Right. Dressed. Because they were going to a kink club. Felicity took a deep breath, her nerves ramping up and making her tingle all over as though her whole body had broken out in goosebumps.
At least she only had two outfits to choose from. That would make things easier, right?
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