27. Change of Address?

The skin around Bastian's eyes crinkled as he eased himself from Desmond's channel. "You're a brat, but you were right."

"Mmm," Desmond murmured. He had one hand carelessly thrown over Tania's hip and the other rested on his chest. "Very right. We need to do that again sometime."

"Count on it." Bastian swatted Desmond's thigh. "Come on. Let's grab a shower."

Groaning, she rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up, her muscles still quivering from their activities. "No fun. I'm sleepy, Daddy Bastian."

Ignoring her protests, he pulled her to her feet and led her into the bathroom. "You'll thank me in the morning."

He was probably right about that. She was sticky and covered with cum, which would make waking up really unpleasant—a fact she now knew from experience. Not that she'd ever complain. In fact, she kind of liked waking up with the evidence of their love on her body.

"I'll be right there," Desmond said. "Just going to change the sheets."

"Thanks, Des."

Bastian turned on the water in the marble and glass shower stall to warm it, then unwrapped a new bar of soap. When she caught a glance at the label, she gasped with surprise.

"You have my favorite soap." She inhaled the sweet lemon fragrance of one of her few indulgences. "That's so incredibly thoughtful."

"We got all your bathroom stuff." After giving her the soap, he nudged her under one of the showerheads. "Just in case you might want to spend weekends here instead of your apartment."

She wondered if she should have been surprised by Bastian's invitation. Wasn't that where she wanted their relationship to go?

Yes, but also no. They'd been together less than a month, and it seemed way too soon to make a decision like that. Of course, she'd been spending almost every waking moment with them anyway, and their house was a heck of a lot more comfortable than her tiny apartment—even if she didn't count their spectacular en suite. Besides, they had enough room to give her a private study place where she wouldn't have noisy neighbors.

Moving in with them—at least for the weekends—meant they wouldn't be walking on eggshells in an attempt to stay quiet while she worked, and it would give them a chance to take care of their own business without worrying about her.

"I—"

"Don't answer that question without thinking about it, Tania." Shooting Bastian a glare, Desmond stepped under the showerhead across the stall from her. "We're not going to pressure you, and?—"

"I did think about it," she interrupted. "I'd love to spend my weekends here, but I'll need a quiet place to study."

"We…um…" Bastian's cheeks turned ruddy with color, and he scrubbed a hand through his wet hair. "We kind of already turned one of the guest rooms into an office for you."

She bit back a laugh at the expression on his face, then said, "Wow. Were you that sure of me?"

"No." Desmond grabbed a washcloth and lathered it with her soap. "We were really hoping though."

She leaned back against Bastian's chest as he lathered her hair with her usual brand of shampoo, and she moaned as his strong fingers eased the tension from her body. "Honestly, you had me with this bathroom. I had no idea what I was missing."

Desmond drew the cloth over her body, washing the evidence of their love from her skin. "Oh, really?"

The gently abrasive touch on her sensitive flesh made Tania wonder if she had enough energy for round two, but after such a long, emotional day, she'd probably pass out. She took the cloth from him and returned the favor. "All three of us sharing a shower? I mean, duh. We'd have to be the size of toddlers to try that in my apartment bathroom."

"We noticed," Bastian said dryly. "It's barely big enough for one, and you have no idea how many times I've knocked my shins on the toilet trying to wash my hands."

"Poor Daddy." She turned to wash his chest, liking that they smelled like her. "I know it's tiny, but it's also cheap enough I don't have to have a roommate, and less than ten minutes from campus."

"And it's in a secure building," Desmond replied. "It's not a bad place, but our house is better."

"You'll get no argument about that from me."

Bastian detached the showerhead to rinse her hair as Desmond got thick fluffy towels for them. She yawned widely as she dried off, making them frown.

"Let's get you tucked in, babygirl," Desmond murmured. "You must be exhausted."

"Uh huh, Daddies." She yawned again as Bastian pulled a soft t-shirt over her head. Desmond got a pair of panties from the overnight bag they'd packed for her and helped her step into them.

"Sleepy babygirl." Bastian tucked her into the center of the bed, then climbed in beside her as Desmond took the other side.

She was out cold the minute her head hit the pillow.

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