Daddy PI: Book 1 of the Daddy PI Casefiles Frost, J (acx book reading txt) 📖

already on the weight bench. The bar’s relatively straight against the weight of the plates, so he must still be building up to his full load. I circle the bench so he knows I’m there but don’t disturb him while he’s doing his reps.

Emily follows me, bright eyes on my face.

“Yeeees?” I drawl.

“Can I watch while you grunt and strain, Sir?”

“Sure. From the treadmill. Fifteen minutes, cheeky git.”

She pouts but skips off to a treadmill from which she can watch the weight bench. The woman on the next treadmill, bottle blonde and with tits too Barbie-big for her thin frame, speaks to her. My baby doll flushes but responds shyly as she starts up her treadmill.

I spot Niall for five minutes, then take his place while he spots for me. I’m aware of Emily watching me, biting her lower lip and grinning. She’s not walking fast enough to break a sweat, although her cheeks are adorably pink. I would penalize her for lack of effort, but she’s going to get plenty of exercise during our scene.

On second thought, maybe she’s saving her strength. On only fifteen hundred calories a day, she’ll run out of steam very quickly. Maybe that’s the way to approach that particular battle. If she seems cranky or overtired this afternoon, I’ll put her down for a nap and use it as an opportunity to broach the subject of her daily calorie allowance.

Niall snaps his fingers in front of my face. “Head on the weights, not on yer gurl.”

I give him a cocky grin and shove the bar up at him. “Catch, you burly bastard.”

He takes the bar and sets it in the Y supports. I sit up and roll my shoulders until Niall thumps me on the back and I haul myself up to make way for him on the bench. I clamp on another plate when he signals with two fingers.

“Vashi says you haven’t been together long,” Niall says, blowing out on a lift.

“A week,” I confirm.

“Eh, early doors then.”

I shrug. Emily and I may be new, but I’ve been with bottoms far longer and been a lot less sure about any possible future. Still, I don’t know Niall well enough to tell him that.

Instead, I ask, “Have you been in the lifestyle long?”

“Ten years.” He blows out, and I’m pleased to see he’s struggling, since I’d only be able to do one or two reps at that weight.

“Same,” I say, although it’s closer to twelve years for me now. “Did you train somewhere?”

Niall shakes his head as the cords stand out in his neck. I put my hands out, ready to take the bar, but he eases it back into the rest and grips it, blowing out a few breaths. Then he sits up and shakes his head. “Nae. Learned along the way. Here an’ there. What about yeh?”

“Jasmine House in Bangkok. You’ll never have heard of it. Now I’m a member of Blunts in New York.”

“Aye. Heard of that place. Bit up its own arse.”

I chuckle. I’ve heard so much criticism of my club over the years it just rolls off now. “If you get out to New York, come see for yourself.”

Niall grunts. “Will do.”

He spots me through another set. When I move on, he joins me, doing squats.

“Emily and I have a scene in the changing room at noon,” I tell him once I’ve finished a set.

Niall lifts his brows. “Yeh mind meh watchin’?”

“Not at all. Public scene. Are you and Vashi doing any scenes?”

Niall nods. “In a few days. She’s not an exhibitionist. She needs to settle in a bit first.”

“Uh-huh. I’m blindfolding Emily for this scene, so she doesn’t have to deal with too many people watching her.”

“You’ve done scenes with her before?”

“One, but it was just a spanking. This is our first full scene in public.”

Niall rubs his hands together before grabbing the bar again. “Exciting.”

I nod. He doesn’t know the half of it. I’ve been semi-stiff since breakfast.

We move on to deadlifts and finish with pull-ups; I keep the work-out light since I want to have plenty of energy for the scene. I expect Niall to keep lifting when I move to the treadmill, but he follows me and takes the machine next to mine while I start up the one beside Emily.

Emily watches me, eyes glinting, as I set a ten-minute hill walk.

“That was really hot to watch, Sir,” she says.

“Uh-huh. Ten more minutes, baby doll.”

She pouts, since she was within a minute of finishing her original fifteen but sets another ten minutes like a good girl.

“I can’t believe how much iron you guys were pumping!” the bottle blonde on the other side of Emily gushes.

When I slant her a glance, Emily wrinkles her chin and says, “Sir, this is Rose.”

“Hi!” Rose waves at me.

“Hi, Rose, I’m Logan, and this is Niall.”

Niall nods at the introduction but seems engrossed in the treadmill settings.

Rose continues to yap while I climb digital hills. Emily responds occasionally but I tune Rose out completely, particularly once Niall starts talking to me in low tones. “What brought you into the lifestyle?”

“A mistake,” I admit. “A mate thought he could speak Thai better than he could. We went to a brothel in Bangkok on shore leave. He tried to order me a rim job as a joke. All my buddies went off to get blown. Ten minutes later, a girl came to the room with her arms bound behind her back and a crop in her teeth. It was like someone flipped a switch connected straight to my dick.”

Niall chuckles. “I remember that feeling.”

“Fucking amazing.”

I tilt my head to check on Emily, who has one eye on me even while she responds to a stream of babble from Barbie-tits. I wink at her so she knows I’m still paying attention even though I’m talking to Niall. I consider telling him that being Emily’s Daddy makes me feel the same way I did that first night in Jasmine House. But that might embarrass