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That I was pushing my luck, probably.

“He’s always naughty.” That was a much better answer, though, and I even gave Daddy Tyson wide eyes so I looked cute. “I’m not that naughty, though, Daddy.”

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 getgoodcuddles.

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 bestAustin being skepticallook 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.”

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