He quirked a brow. “What’s that?”
“Can I call you daddy?”
He burst out laughing and rolled us. “Why don’t we just stick with Padre?”
I pouted, shoving out my bottom lip and giving him big, puppy-dog eyes.
He pinned my hands over my head, looking down at me, a flurry of emotions in his gaze. “Oh, I’ll make you call me daddy, all right.” He kissed me then. Long, languidly, and deep. I almost came from that alone.
“Mmm.” I purred. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”
“I’m sure I can come up with some good penance. Why don’t we start now?”
“What are you waiting for?”