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My naughty boy managed not to let his giggles escape, though, and quickly settled back against me. But with his legs straddling my thighs and his cock rubbing against mine, our bath wasn’t as innocent as it’d started out.

So I let my hands stroke along his back, dipping lower each time until I was caressing the top of his ass and teasing right above his tight hole. “I think I forgot to mention that I’m liking our bubble bath as well.”

His laughter finally escaped, but he nodded and rocked against me. “Me too, Daddy. Especially this part. Although I have to admit to not realizing how it could go when I was dragging you around the house looking for the best tub.”

He’d been adorably insane about the whole idea.

“You have very strong opinions about things when you’re little.” Daddy classes and bubbles just to name a few. “But I have to admit to being very pleased that you approved of this one.”

He’d declared my bathtub as ’mazing and had hopped right in, fully clothed and ready to swim. I’d only managed to talk him out of it by pointing out that we needed to go through the house and look for toys.

I was a genius but it’d taken more effort than I’d expected to get us clean.

“I knew you’d have a perfect one.” Slowly rocking back and forth, he gently rubbed his half-hard dick against mine. “There are a lot of different ways we could enjoy the tub, though, Daddy.”

As much as I wanted to explore that idea, and I let my wandering fingers prove that to him, his stomach had started growling when we’d gotten in the tub and it sounded like it was trying to eat its way out. “I am willing to add taking care of both your hungers to our to-do list, but you have to be starving.”

His stomach gurgled, making my point and getting a huff from my dramatic cutie. “I don’t want to eat.”

His body disagreed with that statement.

“Not even mac and cheese?” I sighed, getting to be the dramatic one that time. “I guess we don’t have to eat it.”

Dessie went very still before sitting up slowly. “You got me mac and cheese?”

I snorted. “Imadeyou mac and cheese.”

I wasn’t going to point out that my housekeeper had walked me through it, but I’d done the heavy lifting. “The perk of owning your own company is that if you want to leave early to make sure you have dinner ready for your cutie, then that’s what you do.”

His rocking started again, making it nearly impossible to ignore what he was doing to me, but his expression had softened, so I knew his little side was trying to come out to play again. “I like mac and cheese.”

Swallowing, Dessie took a deep breath and tried again. “It’s…it’s a good idea for dinner. Thank you.”

Hmm.

“Do I need to remind you that you can be big or little on our date?” Obsessing over privacy wasn’t the only reason I’d wanted us to have dinner at my place.

Pouting, Dessie sighed. “No, Daddy.”

I wasn’t happy with his dragged-out response, so I raised one eyebrow. It got more dramatic sounds and wiggles from him, but after a few seconds, he pulled everything back to just a pout. “But I wanted to be big so we could keep talking about grown-up stuff, but now I’m getting mac and cheese and I’m thinking about playing again.”

For Dessie, playing could’ve referred to any number of activities, but I understood what he was trying to say. “How about you stay big while I’m finishing getting dinner ready and we’ll talk while I do that? If you ask your most important questions right away, then it won’t matter how big you are later.”

Wiggling against me in a way that seemed more about thinking than getting me harder, Dessie pouted and looked slightly more thoughtful. “And…and it won’t matter what I ask because you’ll tell me the truth and won’t get mad, and it won’t matter if I’m big or little because you like playing with all of me.”

“That’s right.” I sat up just enough to give him a quick peck. “And honestly, all of you is cute and naughty, so it’s mostly the conversation that changes.”

He tried to cross his arms and look offended but he started to giggle. “Naughty Daddy.”

And we’d already started to slip closer to his little side.

“You did it. I was boring until I met you.” Dessie did his best not to laugh but the giggles got him and he crashed into me. “See? You’re laughing. I’m in a tub with bubbles. This is very much your fault.”

And I was very grateful for that.

Chapter 14

Dessie

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