Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Ian nearly snorted with laughter. “You’re lying.”
“Nope.” I raised my hand and shook my head. “I swear on Eli’s lingerie.”
Giggling, Ian leaned back against the booth and let out a huff. “That’s the most sacred thing to swear on that you know?”
I scoffed, ready for it. “The point of swearing is to let someone know you’re serious and you expect god or nature or something intimidating to smite you down. Eli is the scariest person I know, and he’d kill anyone who destroyed his pretties.”
Ian paused, his head cocking as he considered it. “Alright. I think that’s fair.”
Grinning, I held my hands out palms up in a what can I say gesture. “Check out the floor next time you’re in Preston’s office.”
Snickers of laughter escaped Ian, but they turned into a groan as he looked down at the table and studied the remaining pizza. “I shouldn’t take another piece. I’m stuffed.”
Neither of us needed another piece.
As the honorary Daddy in charge, I was fairly certain it was up to me to save my sub from himself.
“How about we take it home and have it for breakfast?” The question came out before I realized exactly what that would mean…another sleepover.
Little Ian had thought that was perfectly fine and seemed to be indicating he wanted several sleepovers if his breakfast list was anything to go by, but grown-up Ian went very still. I had to remind myself that it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing as I waited…and waited.
“Um, it’s okay to tell me no about stuff I get excited about when I’m little. You know that, right?” His response was so unexpected, I turned into the one who was thinking in silence.
He should’ve been grateful it didn’t take me as long to answer him.
“I understand that, cutie. But I was being genuine.” I gave him a sheepish grin. “I hadn’t really thought about how rude it would be to make assumptions about staying over at your place, but—”
Before I could finish my apology, Ian interrupted, looking somehow both nervous and excited. “It’s not rude.”
Blushing, he lowered his voice as he glanced around to see if his outburst had garnered us an audience. “You can make assumptions.”
When he realized no one was paying us any attention with the low hum of voices that filled the restaurant, he sat straighter and his voice gained more confidence. “Sleepovers are on my list.”
His list.
“That’s right.” There were lots of fun things on his list…and this was clearly at least a strongly worded hint that the list he did for Bishop applied to me as well. “Then how would you like leftover pizza for breakfast, and later in the week, we’ll do the pancakes I promised.”
Talking about another sleepover had his cheeks going pink and he nibbled on his lower lip as he worked through something. It only took a few seconds for him to nod, sending relief through me. “I like that plan…but…but would it always be a little and Uncle Cohen sleepover or…or a grown-up one too?”
Assuming grown-up meant romantic and not like the chaos he and his friends got up to, I tried to project calm and confidence as I answered. “I think spending time with you either way would be fun. Little Ian nights or boyfriend Ian nights, I would enjoy it.”
And he blushed again, but as nervous as he was, he stayed big and didn’t let his nerves paralyze him. “Okay, good. Daddy…Daddy said…he said he wanted me to remind you about the rule.”
The rule?
Oh.
I’d gotten a similar lecture, just not as carefully worded.
“Thank you for the reminder.” Stretching my leg out under the table, I just rested it against Ian’s as his cheeks got even redder. “Firsts are all together, but cutie, there is a lot we can still do while we wait for our naughty pup to come home.”
Ian looked like he was either going to orgasm or die from embarrassment, so I decided to tease him a bit and hopefully get his brain off the roller coaster it was on. “And if we run out of ideas, I’m sure Bishop can help.”
Groaning, Ian hid behind his hands and gave a low laugh. “You’re evil. You’d do it.”
I scoffed, rolling my eyes as he peeked out from behind his hands. “Of course I would. He’d love it and I think so would you.”
His head dropped back against the tall booth as he huffed. “As long as I didn’t die first.”
“There’s the spirit.” My cheerful answer had him shooting me the cutest glare.
“Evil. Just evil.” His words said one thing, but his sparking eyes and the way he was rubbing his foot against my leg said another.
Those mixed signals were going to be the death of me…but sometimes they were fun.
Chapter 2
Ian
Staying big was stressful and made me think distracting things…especially with the way Cohen’s wicked smile sent shivers through me…so I didn’t fight my little side as we drove back to my apartment.