Gia lifted Lexi up so she could look out the kitchen window. She was an itty-bitty thing for a five-year-old. All frail limbs and a delicate, ethereal face. She was like a fairy. Only God knew where that had come from. Josh wasn’t exactly slimline. Stocky pretty much summed him up. Well, muscular too. She licked her lips at the memory of nibbling at the delineated line of his abs a few hours ago. And unfortunately for Gia, she couldn’t be considered delicate either. She had more curves than a ball. At least Josh and Luke seemed to find that attractive. Hell, even she could admit her tits would make a porn star weep, and she had a butt that Luke assured her was made for plowing. Grinning at the memory of the time he’d told her that, his fingers shoved in her pussy, his cock deep in her ass, she pressed her lips to the back of Lexi’s head as she watched Josh’s idea of a proposal. She’d expected them to go out for a meal or do something special. Trust Josh to jump the gun. “What’s Daddy doing on the floor?”
