He made a note.
Perfect time for me to cup his cock in my right hand and tease two fingers along his ass with my left.
“Gah!Daddy!”
“Yeah?”
“Ugh, you’re being all…!”
All what?
He huffed, abandoned his notebook and pen, and he wriggled around until he was straddling me. But before I could take advantage, he cupped my face in his hands firmly and leveled me with the most serious look.
“You’re not being fair, Mister Daddy Ash Riley,” he told me. “These past few days, you’ve been very focused on learning my likes and dislikes, but when I ask you for your favorites, you sort of dismiss it.”
I felt my forehead wrinkle. “How so? We discussed kinks, limits, and curiosities for hours yesterday. Including mine.” Honestly, we’d glided into that topic several times since last weekend.
“That’s not the same. I mean all that!” He gestured toward his notebook. “You’ve already proven you’re gearing up to be the most attentive Daddy in the world, but when I asked you what you wanted for your birthdaynext week, you literally told me to just keep on existing. And now—monkey bread and selfies? That’s your idea of me going the extra mile for you?”
The fire and strong opinions stole my focus—hell, they swept me away, because I’d always liked feisty people. People who burned so brightly for their passions and beliefs. But I quickly realized he was expecting an answer, and maybe I could concede he had a point. While I hoped to show him that he was on my mind when we couldn’t be together, I wasn’t giving him the same opportunity.
I gathered his hands from my face and kissed his knuckles. “You’re right.” Ironically, what I was about to tell him was similar to what I’d told my kids. “When you told me you make fridge magnets out of popsicle sticks and personalized door signs, I thought that sounded cool.” I paused. “I always have and always will appreciate homemade gifts more, whether it’s something you’ve made in your crafts studio or it’s your potato chips. You can send me off to work with one of your chocolate chip cookies, and I’ll be like a pig in shit all day.”
The look in his eyes softened, and he snuck his arms around my neck and kissed me. “I’ll make youallthe cookies, Sir.”
A river of pleasure flowed through me at those words, and I had to squeeze him to me.
He hummed and played with the hair at the back of my neck. “I have a suggestion, Sir.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded and eased back enough to face me. “I think you wanna do more than you’re ready for, so maybe we should put a lid on the physical stuffs until you’ve talked to Mister Rigger.”
I furrowed my brow. Had I done something?—
“I don’t think you’re forcing yourself to do anything,” he was quick to add. “But I’m wondering if maybe you need more cuddling than fingers up my butt.”
I exhaled a laugh, never sure of what he was gonna say. But if he was referring to where I’d had my hands before, that was a version of cuddling for me—and I was definitely ready for more of that.
That said, he had a point.
“You’re right in that I may be more sensitive to disruptions right now,” I started off by saying. “If the mood isn’t perfect, I ain’t pushin’ it. For instance, revving you up for the sake of James catching us…? We’ll see how that goes.” I gripped his chin and leaned in. “But I stick my fingers where I please, okay? And I’m particularly drawn to this one brat with the cutest little bottom—maybe you know him. He’s incredibly sweet, considerate, generous, and sexy. He also makes the best monkey bread I’ve ever had.”
The sheepish grin on that boy could bring an army to its knees, I was sure of it. And how he tried to bury his face, how he squirmed, and the silent “aw, shucks” that lingered in the air…
I chuckled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Never stop being you, sweetheart. I appreciate you wanting what’s best for me.”
He nodded against my neck.
“Are you shy, baby boy?”
He huffed a little. “I’m never shy.”
I grinned and cupped his butt in my hands, inside the pajamas. “Except for when Daddy asks you to come out to Mclean. And when your brat buddies ask you to come out to Mclean. And when?—”
“I get it!” he giggled and poked my side.
I laughed and gathered his hands between us instead. “But you still make plans. You signed up for Nathan’s rope demo on the seventh. You signed up both James and yourself to attendthe ball. You paid the membership fees without even telling him.”
