Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Barely managing not to laugh, he raised one eyebrow as he carefully took my new glass of wine out of my other hand. “Hmm, then I probably shouldn’t tell you that I was hoping I had a naughty boy to cuddle.”
He was so good at being a Daddy.
“Maybe I’m a tiny bit naughty?” Just enough to get good cuddles.
I wasn’t going to hope too much for more because that might be mean.
Maybe?
I wasn’t sure, but Austin didn’t seem worried that I was excited, so it couldn’t be too bad.
Daddy Tyson finally chuckled as he put my wine down on the end table and sat on the couch. “Come here.”
Yay.
Lap cuddles.
That meant I hadn’t made him too nervous yet, but I was good and sat down carefully, not wiggling too much at all.
Just a small one.
I had to make sure Daddy Tyson was excited for lap cuddles too.
He was.
He also raised one eyebrow and gave me a Daddy look. “What are you doing?”
Hmm.
“Making sure you were excited about lap cuddles too.” Yes, honesty was the best policy because it made him laugh and he flexed under my bottom to prove I’d been right.
“I am.” Wrapping one arm around my back, he gave me my glass with his other hand. “Here you go.”
Hmm.
“Are you sure, Daddy?” I had to be careful with him. “What color are you?”
Daddy Tyson sighed and was very dramatic, but he was a good boy. “I’m green.”
I gave him my best Austin being skeptical look and he laughed. “Okay, I’m green about kissing and touching you and having you cuddling on my lap and about how cute you are when you call me Daddy.”
That was believable.
“That’s very good communication, Daddy.” He was so good that I kissed his cheek. “Now what are you yellow about?”
There was at least a tiny bit ’cause he’d been so specific about his green.
Daddy Tyson got more dramatic but he eventually stopped sighing. “I’m yellow about taking off my shirt.”
“Thank you for telling me that with your words, Daddy.” Yes, he’d been a good boy too. “But we’re allowed to be yellow about stuff, aren’t we?”
Yes, that was a good Austin question too.
Daddy frowned and studied me. “You’re channeling Austin.”
I giggled but made my eyes really wide like Charlie when he’d been naughty. “Oh, Daddy. Why would you say that?”
I hadn’t lied.
I was amazing.
He barked out a laugh. “Naughty boy.”
Maybe, but I’d made Daddy laugh and he’d started rubbing my back. So I took a sip of my grown-up juice and waited and waited and waited.
It made Daddy sigh again, but he wasn’t too dramatic that time. “Yes, we’re allowed to be yellow about things. Especially when something is new.”
“That’s right.” More cheek kisses for my good boy Daddy. “But it’s also okay to remember that even if something makes us yellow, it can make our scene partner or naughty friend very green. Austin has lots of stuff that he’s very bright green on but that makes me nervous.”
Leaning in close, I whispered into Daddy’s ear. “He even thinks it’s green to get a diaper changed downstairs where everyone can watch.”
Daddy raised one eyebrow as I sat back. “Well, Austin does like being watched.”
Oh yes.
“But I’m yellow on that and maybe I’m red.” I shrugged without making my juice slosh at all. Nope. I didn’t spill it. “I don’t know yet but that’s okay too.”
“It is okay.” Daddy liked talking about me better, but since that was kind of a Daddy thing to do, I didn’t mind. “It’s something we can talk about later if you want. I don’t think that would be red for me.”
That was fascinating.
“Why?” Daddies were so interesting.
“I don’t know.” Giving me a thinking frown, he shrugged. “My first thought was that I wouldn’t mind taking care of you and my second was kind of…well…it was that I wouldn’t mind showing off how cute you were.”
Giggling, I kissed his cheek again. “I am cute, Daddy.”
He kissed my cheek that time. “See? Another thing we agree on.”
We were amazing.
Taking another sip, I wiggled just a tiny bit closer to Daddy so he could snuggle me better. Perfect. He hugged me tighter and his hand was even on my leg, rubbing my thigh.
“Wiggly boy.” He was trying to look serious but he smiled. “You like hugs, huh?”
Nodding, I squirmed closer again. “Yes, Daddy.”
He liked that answer because both hands wrapped around me. “I’m glad. I like cuddling too.”
I wasn’t sure he’d done it enough, though, because he looked very thinky about it. “We can cuddle lots.”
That would make it a very good date no matter what else we did.
“I would like that.” Reaching up behind me, he ran his hand over my head and wasn’t sad or happy, just looking and thinking. “But I think we’d both like it if we did more than cuddle.”