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“But you can only know the ’mation on the net, right, Daddy?” How did information magic work? “Not the kind in my head?”

Daddy’s lips pressed together and then he gave me a kiss. He thought he was being sneaky too, but I knew he was trying not to giggle. “No, little monkey, I can’t see anything in your head.”

Oh good.

“Why does that expression make me nervous, baby boy?” Daddy sighed when I shrugged and looked sweet. “That does not make you look as innocent as you think it does.”

I liked Daddy being honest.

“I’ll work harder, Daddy.” Kissing his cheek, I wiggled my bottom to make him rub it more. “Thank you.”

He huffed and tried to frown. “That’s not what should’ve happened.”

Daddy was so silly.

“You’re such a good Daddy.” Yes, more cheek kisses. “And if you show me how to make a list, I’ll make you special too, Daddy.”

Leaning close, I rested my forehead against his again. “I don’t know how to make lists. I make alphas be nice and I keep everything organized and I remember when to tell them to call Austin. I know lots of other stuff too.”

Daddy chuckled. “You have a harder job than I do, little monkey, but yes, we can figure out what kind of list you want to have too.”

Yay.

I was so special, I got to have a special list too.

“Thank you, Daddy.” More cheek kisses. More cuddles. More wiggles. “I like saying thank you, Daddy.”

Groaning, Daddy was dramatic. “No tempting Daddy. I have to feed you or you’ll never be able to leave because you’ll be starving.”

Oh.

Hmm.

Shrugging, I pretended to sigh too. “Oh well. Daddy makes the rules. I have to stay so I don’t not eat.”

Daddy gave me his eyebrow look but he knew I was smart. “You’re right. You have to stay. Daddy makes the rules.”

Yay.

Hmm…what kind of rewards did good boys who ate their dinnerandbreakfast get?

Chapter 15

Tyson

Dessie wasn’t little as he made a mad dash to the bathroom, ass cheeks peeking out from under my shirt as he ran, but I wasn’t sure he was fully grown-up based on the giggle that escaped.

It also seemed like he wasn’t ready for us to get up for the morning yet. “Stay there. I’ll be right back, Daddy.”

Clearly, dessert at bedtime had morning consequences.

And Dessie’s groan said I was right. “Just go down. If you don’t hurry, he’ll get out of bed and come see what the problem is.”

The problem seemed to be him talking to his dick, but a secondary one was the hard-on that had been waving the way to the toilet.

After another few seconds, Dessie sighed. “Good boy.”

“Hey, that’s my title.” My response made him snicker. “Don’t go giving out good boys to just anyone who stands up and says hello. That’s rude.”

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