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Gray.
He was Gray.
Hmm, Gray made him sound like a crayon that’d just showed up on my doorstep one day.
Nope, I wasn’t going to paint that.
The last thing I needed was everyone wondering why a crayon looked sexual.
“I know you can, baby, but how about I help you?” Daddy’s offer sounded innocent if I didn’t think too hard about his sexy tone. “I have an idea about how we can make my name roll off your tongue much more easily.”
Oh.
I knew sending him my grown-up limits list would be a good idea. “I…I want you to help me, Daddy.”
Shoot. Should I have said Gray?
His chuckle said that was a distinct possibility.
“Alright, baby.” His hold tightened into another wonderful hug before he kissed my cheek and relaxed his grip. “We’re going to your room for a few minutes to get you ready for our practice session, and if we have time, we’re going to come back in here and I’m going to ask you a thousand questions about every butt in this room.”
There weren’t that many butts.
Just a few.
I shrugged as Daddy laughed. “My mother said butts are artistic but penises aren’t. So…”
My manager said it was a good thing I drew more butts than anything else because she’d said no one would believe a woman would be fascinated enough by a penis to draw more than one. I wasn’t sure why. They came in so many fun shapes and sizes, but I took her word for it because she’d done a great job managing my career so far.
Daddy just shook his head as he took my hand and led me through the house and up to my bedroom. He was being very sneaky. Every time I asked what his plan was or how he was going to help me, he’d just take a sip of the water that he’d grabbed as we’d walked through the living room or he’d give me a grin and change the subject.
He was definitely being sneaky, and he wasn’t subtle in the least.
“What are we going to do, D—” Ugh, almost did it again.
Daddy’s lips curled up but he didn’t call me out on it. He knew it was his fault. All the sneakiness was making it hard to stay completely big. Yep, it wasn’t my fault.
“Well, first of all, I’m going to get my sexy sub naked.” His very Dom look and the way his eyes were sweeping over me said he was already imagining me naked. “Then I’m going to get you ready.”
That was very vague.
What did that mean?
My dick liked the idea of getting naked with him, but it was the thousand possibilities for what getting me ready might mean that had ideas racing around in my head. “I…thank you, Da—”
Ugh.
His eyes twinkled, but he was still very nice and didn’t point out how many times I’d already slipped. I was never going to be able to remember. Maybe we could just say Darren was his middle name? Daniel? There had to be a lot of really good names that started with Da.
Right?
“You’re welcome.” He gave me a quick kiss and then set his glass down on the nightstand and distracted me by following through with his plans to get me naked.
It was weird.
It was very much a just get Camden undressed kind of situation. He wasn’t Daddy being silly as he got me undressed. He wasn’t being particularly sexual either. It was weird and somehow that made it even hotter.
“I can do it.” I could also stay completely big and not get distracted by anything. “You’re not upset by the gallery thing, right?”
He hadn’t seemed too frustrated. It’d mostly felt like he thought the whole thing was ridiculous, but I wanted to make sure.
Chuckling, he smiled as he knelt down to take my socks off, making me lift one foot at a time. “No, I was confused at first because we have a great name and I thought it’d be easy to get…well, you…but I understand why.”
When he rose back up to start taking off my pants, he gave me a quick peck. “Honestly, from a purely business standpoint, I think the mystery has been good for your career. The hints about your age when you started and the secrecy have given your backstory a spice it might not have had otherwise.”
As I stepped out of my pants and briefs, I shrugged. “I didn’t lie.”
I’d just avoided answering anytime I’d been asked about silly things like if I had a penis or not. I’d thought people should know better than to ask that in this day and age…but evidently not.
“I know.” He turned me around and nodded toward the bed. As I hopped up, he walked around the bed to get his bag and bring it closer. “Even looking at everything now, knowing who you are, there won’t be much people can actually point to and try to get offended over.”
