Show and Tell (Lily’s Naughty Adventures #2)

Chapter 1

Lily

I wait in the outdoor garden area of my favorite restaurant, Gemma’s.

It’s a gorgeous day in St. George, and the restaurant has gone all out with the garden décor.

The tables are shaded under a white canopy, and beautiful wisteria bloom, their petals radiant in shades of purple and pink.

The wrought-iron table and chairs are more comfortable than they look, with cheery pink and white striped cushions tied with ribbons.

Even better, the restaurant has a casual and relaxed vibe, and I’m anything but at the moment.

It’s because of my upcoming conversation with the man of the house, Lionel Kenneally.

My stepfather and I live under the same roof, and I’ve been in a relationship with the handsome man for a few months now.

But recently, we decided to open our relationship and explore new liaisons.

Or more accurately, I asked to be introduced to a few of Lionel’s friends, and he agreed.

To be honest, I was surprised that Lionel consented to my request because what man shares his woman?

I thought alpha males were supposed to be growly and possessive, and Lionel is.

But he also explained that experienced lovers make for better lovers, and he wants me to explore my cravings while I’m young.

He adores my curvy body, and says that my tight pussy and even tighter ass should be enjoyed by multiple men.

Of course, in the end, I belong only to him, but during this period of physical exploration, I’m to experience as much pleasure as possible.

I don’t know how his generosity makes me feel.

Nervous, definitely, but also heady with anticipation.

Who will Lionel’s friends be? What will they look like?

They’ll be gorgeous for sure, but how will they treat me?

Will the men gently fondle my curves, while kissing my lips and massaging my breasts?

Or will I be savagely taken as I’m bound and blindfolded, the object of focused masculine lust?

Both options excite me, and I know I should be ashamed of these deviant desires.

Yet, it doesn’t feel deviant to me at all.

It feels right, and that’s why Lionel and I are perfect together.

The handsome billionaire wants to help me explore my deepest desires, and I’m his ready pupil.

The iron gate to the garden opens with a creak and I look up just in time to see a pretty, perky waitress with a bouncy ponytail lead my stepfather into the garden.

“Here you are, Mr. Kenneally,” she coos while shooting him a flirtatious smile. “I hope you enjoy your meal with your daughter.”

Of course, I’m basically invisible to the waitress.

As I watch, she smiles at Lionel even wider.

I swear, if she grinned any harder, those cherubic cheeks would crack.

But her blue eyes are innocent because this girl obviously doesn’t suspect that Lionel and I are more than just your standard father-daughter duo.

Why would she? We look like normal people, even if my stepfather is incredibly handsome with charcoal hair; piercing blue eyes; and the body of a god, complete with broad shoulders and washboard abs.

The waitress has no idea what Lionel and I do after the lights go out, and even when the lights are still on.

Still, I feel myself getting red under the collar, and feel the need to assert my possession. It makes zero sense, and yet rage suffuses my form even as I smile sweetly.

“Hi Daddy,” I coo in a low voice. “I’m so glad you could make it. I’ve been getting so hungry. You know the baby is always hungry, and now, I’m eating for you and your son.”

That makes the hostess jerk around to look at me with wide eyes. Yeah, take that, bitch , I smirk internally. You had no idea that this man and I are intimate, did you?

But she catches herself and manages a weak smile before turning to go.

“Well, enjoy your meal,” she says in a too-bright voice. “I’ll be back soon for your order.”

We watch as the blonde waitress practically runs away, the iron gate banging with her hasty departure. Then, Lionel seats himself, folding that massive form into a comically tiny chair.

“Do you think she’ll be back?” he asks in a low growl, fixing me with those blue eyes.

I giggle before rubbing my soft, poochy belly.

“I don’t know, Daddy, but my guess is no. I bet that she sends one of her male co-workers over for our order. You know, because pregnant women eat a lot.”

Lionel raises a black brow at me, an amused smile teasing the corner of his mobile lips.

“Are you pregnant, Lily? I thought we talked about this, and you said you weren’t ready to have children.”

I nod while giggling again.

“I’m not pregnant, Daddy, because I’m not ready. But I do want to get pregnant someday, and hopefully with your children. Just not today. Not now.”

A stain darkens on my stepfather’s high cheekbones as Lionel’s blue eyes bore into me, taking in my delicate features, long chestnut hair, and big breasts.

“You would look gorgeous with my baby growing inside your tummy, sweetheart,” he rasps, reaching over to caress my soft belly through my thin t-shirt, “but I agree. Now isn’t the time because I want you to live a little before you settle down.

With me ,” he says for emphasis, brooking no disagreement in his gaze.

“Of course, you’ll be having my babies in the future. ”

I reach forward to grasp his big, tanned hand in my small one while making eye contact.

“Of course, Daddy. I wouldn’t get pregnant with any man’s babies but yours because that would be a huge mistake.

But you’re right. It’s a little early to be discussing a family, and I appreciate the opportunity to sow my wild oats beforehand.

Is that what you call it for women?” I ask, tilting my head to the side. “It sounds like something only men do.”

Lionel shakes his dark head, his blue eyes intense.

“No, women can sow their wild oats too. It’s not as apt when applied to women because the word ‘sowing’ implies the spreading of seed, and of course, women don’t have seed in that sense.

But the meaning of the expression still applies.

I want you to enjoy yourself, Lily, before settling down with me for good. ”

A warm glow of happiness heats me up from the inside out and I squeeze Lionel’s big hand while looking into his eyes.

“Thank you, Daddy. I appreciate your generosity because giving me space will help me mature. And I don’t think it’ll take too long. I want to have your babies, Mr. Kenneally, and can’t wait.”

His blue eyes flash.

“How long are we talking? No pressure, princess, but again, you’d look beautiful swollen with my children.”

I cock my head to the side while giving him a pretty smile.

“I don’t know,” I murmur, glancing up at the handsome man through my lashes. I can see how intensely Lionel’s focused on me, with his jaw tight and blue eyes piercing. “But I love you, Daddy, and I want us to have a family together. Just not now. But in the future, definitely.”

He nods once, his jaw tight.

“Let’s not make it too long, princess. Daddy can’t wait forever.”

“Oh, I would never make you wait forever, Mr. Kenneally. That’s not my plan at all. I just want to spread my wings before settling down and bearing your children.”

Lionel literally starts growling a bit, his hand squeezing mine as he takes in my big breasts, creamy skin, and innocent eyes.

“Once I get you pregnant, baby, there’ll be no stopping that train. You’ll be pregnant continuously until we have a houseful of rugrats. Prepare yourself, baby girl, because I’ll be breeding you non-stop.”

I can’t help but giggle, even as a thrill runs through me.

“Then tell me, kind sir. How many children are you thinking?” I ask in a teasing tone.

Lionel shoots me a long look, his gaze at once amused yet totally serious.

“As many as you can handle, princess. You’re young, aren’t you? I’d count on at least two decades of continuous pregnancies.”

I gasp, blinking as my mouth opens and closes with no sound coming out.

“Cat got your tongue?” my lover drawls, his expression amused. “Was that a surprise to you?”

I stammer a bit, my cheeks flushing pink.

“But I’m only eighteen.”

Lionel nods, his blue gaze casual yet intense at once.

“Exactly, princess. You’re eighteen, which makes you perfect for two decades of childbearing. That would work out to ten children. Or maybe eleven. A kid every other year sounds about right to me.”

“ Ten children ?” I manage to squeak out. “ Eleven ?”

Lionel chuckles and winks at me.

“Yes, sweetheart. Like I said, I plan on keeping you knocked up continuously once the time is right. But let’s talk about next steps. I know you’re not ready for a baby in your belly yet, so we’ll take things slow. Tell me: are you on birth control?”

The twists and turns of this conversation are making my head whirl and I nod mutely, still trying to process everything that’s been revealed.

“Good,” Lionel drawls, pleased. “I’ve reached out to a couple of my friends, and surprise, surprise, they’re more than happy to get together for some bowling.”

That makes me blink with surprise. I’m just about to ask more, but at that moment, a young man with seeping acne on his neck shuffles over.

“Sir, madame,” he greets. “I’m Chris, and I’ll be your server today. Unfortunately, Nadine got a bit sick and asked me to take over. Can I get you some drinks to start?”

“I think we’re ready to order,” Lionel says in a deep voice while shooting me a look. “The lady will have a fried chicken sandwich, and I’ll have steak frites, medium rare. Thank you.”

The young man nods, and half bows. “Certainly sir,” he says. “I’ll be back with your food shortly. Any drinks to start?”

Lionel shoots me a look, but I shake my head.

“No, we’re fine with water for now. Actually, maybe a lemonade for my girlfriend. Thank you so much.”

“I’ll be back with that,” the young man says with his eyes averted before turning away. Pink spots of color show on his cheeks, and I giggle once he’s out of earshot.

“You startled our waiter, Daddy. I don’t think he expected to hear you refer to me as your girlfriend.”

Lionel merely shrugs his broad shoulders, totally unconcerned.

“You are, aren’t you?”

I nod, squeezing his hand again.

“Of course I am. But we’re about to discuss how I’m to be shared by your friends!”

Lionel’s blue eyes gleam.

“Yes, and it turns me on, sweetheart. It shouldn’t, but I want you to feel pleasure, baby girl. I want you to be stretched in ways you can’t imagine before you settle down with me. I want you to sample what the world has to offer, and this is how the adventure begins.”

With that, Lionel seizes my hand again before staring into my chocolate-brown eyes.

“But one thing,” he growls. “Do not fall in love with any of my buddies. That would be a complete shitshow and fucking turn me into an angry bear.”

I giggle as a warm rush of happiness surges through my veins.

“Why, would it make you jealous, Daddy?”

Lionel nods, his gaze fierce and possessive.

“Sharing your body with other men is one thing, Lily. But your heart and your mind? Never .”

With that vow, a new chapter opens because Lionel’s staked his claim to what he deems most important. Yet I can’t wait to see what happens next as my thighs squeeze together because pleasing Daddy’s friends is going to be out of this world ... especially if Daddy’s watching as it happens.