Page 64 of Daddy's Pride

“What for?”

“Asking you to marry me in public.”

He laughs. “I don’t mind. It was romantic. I was in shock, that’s all. There was never any doubt that I would say yes, Daddy.”

“There wasn’t?”

“None at all.” He sighs happily.

“Bed?”

He lifts his head and walks his fingers up my chest to caress my beard. “I’m too wired to sleep.”

“Maybe we should have a little fun first. Tire you out a little.”

“I’m hoping you’ll tire me out a lot, Daddy.”

I hum. “What do you have in mind?”

“My jogging bottoms are clean. It’s a warm night. Perfect for a run.”

I cup his cheek and kiss him hard. The thought of chasing him gets my blood pumping and makes my cock hard. “Get changed, boy. Leave this on.” I draw my finger through the rainbow camouflage on his nose.

We jog upstairs and change into easy-to-take-off clothing. I slip a bottle of lube into my pocket and lead him to the front of the house. I rest my hands on my hips, nip his lower lip, and suck it into my mouth.

“I’ll give you a five-minute head start.”

He pulls away.

I hold him fast. “After more kissing.”

“I always like kissing, but if you don’t let me go, you’ll never get to chase me.”

I nuzzle him. “We will. Give me a moment. I want to savor my fiancé.”

“Fiancé. It has a nice ring to it.”

“Is that a hint, boy?” Damn, should I have got him a ring?

He laughs. “No, Daddy. I don’t need an engagement ring, but I expect a fancy wedding ring.”

“Fancy, huh?”

“Very fancy.”

“When do you want to get married?”

Harris shrugs. “We should wait until we can hire staff to run this place for us while we’re on our honeymoon.”

“Where will we go?”

“Any country we’re welcome in. I want to explore the world with you, Daddy.”

I kiss his forehead. “We will, boy. I promise.”

Harris grins. He’s right. If I don’t let him go, I’m not going to get to chase him. I’m tempted to put him over my shoulder, carry him to bed, and ravish him there. But I won’t.

I put my hands on his shoulders and gently push him away. “Five-minute head start.”

He nods and bounces from foot to foot.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Go.”

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