That made me pout. “You don’t wanna hear my wish for Christmas?”
He sighed and gave me an impatient look. “Out with it, then.”
Yay! I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I just wanna wake up on Christmas morning with snow all around and a Daddy holding me tight.”
Was that too much to ask?
For the longest time, maybe two hours or four seconds, I didn’t hear a sound aside from the ringing in my ears and Mr. Abrams’s breaths. He still smelled so damn good. And felt good. Shame he wasn’t wearing his costume anymore. He’d changed back into his suit.
Then he swallowed and carefully put a hand on my back. “You’re cold. Please get dressed right this instant.”
I shivered at his warm touch yet didn’t feel cold at all. “It doesn’t feel cold.”
“Because you’ve had too much to drink,” he responded quietly. “Way too much.”
His low voice had a strange effect on me. Something that I didn’t even know had been buzzing erratically within me slowed down and enveloped me in peace and comfort.
It made me yawn.
“Maybe it’s time to wrap this party up,” I conceded. “No more candy cane Jell-O shots for me.”
“That’s a good idea,” he agreed. “In any and all scenarios. Candy cane Jell-O sounds terrible.”
I grinned a little and side-eyed him. “After four or five, they taste nice.”
“Four or five.” He shook his head and reached for my pants again. “Time to go, Parker. Tomorrow, when you’re sober, you can reflect on the possibility that you might have a problem with knowing when to stop drinking.”
“I have that problem with lots of things,” I chuckled and stood up. Whoa, had to steady myself on the table. “When I have fun, I just wanna keep having fun.”
“Hm.” He helped me step into my pants, ’cause that was trickier than most people believed. “Boundaries are good for you.”
“Boundaries are boring!”
“There’s no need to shout.”
“That wasn’t shouting. This is shouting. Bound—!”
He slapped a hand over my mouth with enough force to make me look up at him, eyes wide, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing at first. Mingling with the hot Daddy sternness was plenty of amusement, and it turned his blue eyes into pools of liquid sex.
“Behave, boy.” With another look of warning, he reached for my shirt.
I was in trouble.
DECEMBER 4
“I just wanna wake up on Christmas morning with snow all around and a Daddy holding me tight.”
My eyes flashed open.
“Behave, boy.”
Oh God.
“Stop being so difficult, Parker, and tell me your address. I’m trying to get you home safely.”
“Oh no,” I whimpered.
My sheets weren’t this nice. My bed was…softer than this.