"I said. Let me wash that sexy bratty body of yours."

Sigurd was already reaching for the sponge and soap because he was serious about offering a nice soothing massage and wash because the brat's body must be aching after all that dancing. The Swede sighing in pleasure as the hot jets of water hit his naked skin.

"You fucking love it that I'm a dirty dad, you needy little bitch."

The Swede grinned as he pushed the sponge onto Mikkel's skin, lathering it over his chest in soft circular motions.