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“We need to go to the club so I can meet your friends.” When that answer got me a beaming smile, I felt my IQ climb significantly. “And we need to explore other parts of the clubtogether to see what we’re both curious about. I’ve heard there are themed rooms.”

Dessie giggled around his thumb but didn’t shake his head or look at me like I was a few crayons short of a box.

“I don’t really have friends to introduce you to.” I wasn’t upset about that, so I shrugged when Dessie looked like he was going to pout. “People are generally annoying and are usually hiding too many secrets.”

It was frustrating.

“But when we’re ready with good explanations, I’ll introduce you to my housekeeper and the staff in general. There aren’t many, but they’re mostly relatives and people who’ve worked for my family their whole life.” I knew that wasn’t how most people found help, but I wasn’t going to worry about it.

Nodding, Dessie gave a happy wiggle and snuggled close again. That seemed to mean that we were done planning the list, so I wrapped my arms around him and stroked his back. “It’s a bit of a list, but we’ll start working our way through it.”

He seemed content with that plan, but he poked me with one finger. “And yes, we won’t rush me.”

Clearly, I was the weak link in our mental health bridge.

Yep. He nodded again.

My sigh made him giggle and I found myself smiling as I kissed his head. “I don’t know what you’re worried about. It’s not like I’ve started renovating the house to make sure you have an office and enough closet space.”

I’d just had the plans drawn up.

Dessie snorted around his thumb, but I ignored that since it wasn’t a word or helpful.

“Now, I know you had dinner with your friends, but are you still hungry? I’ve got ice cream if you need a treat.” Catching myself before I said dessert, because we’d both started to respond to that like we were Pavlov’s dog, I smiled as he wiggled and sighed.

That did not seem like he needed anything else to eat.

“Should we get you dressed in your jammies and then find a cartoon?” We’d mentioned watching a movie after dinner but that’d been in a date night discussion, not a little night conversation. I thought the plan would still work great, though, but I waited to see what he would think.

Slow nod.

All right, we were close.

“How about bath time, then pajamas and cuddles while we watch cartoons?” His regular nod was back, but I hummed and made a thinking sound. “Then what should we do? Just go to bed? You’re not hungry, so you don’t need dessert.”

That got a giggle from the snuggly boy and he reached out to start walking his fingers over my chest. I managed not to laugh but it was difficult. Playing dumb was the funniest thing I could do, so I made another thoughtful sound. “Daddy needs to get a bath too? Okay. I like bubbles.”

And we now had assorted scents we could choose from.

He squirmed and huffed.

I was back to trying not to laugh because it was obvious he wanted to be able to agree with that suggestion but it wasn’t all he wanted. “No bubbles?”

My stupid question made him groan and I couldn’t stop my chest from jerking as I held back laughter.

Dessie sat up, crossing his arms awkwardly over his chest so he didn’t have to take his thumb out as he glared at me. He was adorable when he was frustrated and it was just so perfect I laughed out loud that time. “I’m sorry.”

Giving him a kiss on his nose, I cupped his cheek. “Bath time and then cuddles and then dessert at bedtime?”

His excited nod made me chuckle but he didn’t mind that time. “Alright, happy cuddles in the tub or with dessert?”

It hadn’t even occurred to me that he wouldn’t want an orgasm, but his surprised expression and the way he rocked his hips against me said he hadn’t been expecting it.

Had it been actually discussing it that’d surprised him?

Kissing his nose again as I pretended not to see his reaction, I frowned and tried to look like I was thinking. “Happy cuddles in the bath would make them less messy. But I like them with dessert too.”

Cocking my head and aiming for confused Daddy, I sighed. “What should we do?”

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