Her face flushed deeper. She realized — no other wives were present in this part of the mansion. He was naked. She could feel his cock against her thigh, warm and heavy, twitching as it began to stiffen. She fanned herself with one hand, the gesture small and helpless.
He kissed the top of her head. His lips lingered on her hair. Then he looked at Bella, who was staring at him with the expression of a woman watching her husband walk off with another woman while she held his babies.
"You can help her," he said, nodding toward the mermaid in the basin. "Play with my children, right?"
Bella blinked. "What? Your babies?"
"Yeah. Those little ones." He nodded toward the infants on the couch. "Don't they look like me?"
