Page 71 of Wishes and Research

I was fit for public.

I was just awkward.

The growl that radiated from Daddy’s chest had me looking up and seeing a bright flash coming from his eyes as their structure transformed for just a moment.

“Oh, that’s fascinating.” Stepping closer brought us to a halt, but I didn’t really notice that as I brought my face to his. “Your eyes changed.”

It was an emotional reaction based on his anger, but had it been instinctive? Could he do it again?

“I’m assuming it’s a partial shift.” I should’ve been paying attention to the person I was talking to and not seeing him as a specimen, but I wasn’t, so I squeaked when he gave me a quick peck on the lips.

Daddy caught me before I fell backward, but my heart was pounding as he fought back giggles. “There’s no need to be scared of me.”

He was ridiculous.

So I glared at him as I found my footing again. “I had questions.”

He was still giggling. “I know.”

I was supposed to be the little but sometimes he had the sense of humor of a toddler. We were in one of those situations because he couldn’t stop snickering. “You should’ve seen yourself. Your eyes went wide and you jumped back.”

He was being rude and I was going to tell him that but the brat distracted me first.

Picking me up in his arms, he let out another low growl as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. “But you weren’t scared of your mate. You were curious and were going to climb all over me to figure out what I could do, but running from me never occurred to you.”

“Oh. I.” Shoot. I couldn’t think when his hands were kneading my ass. “Daddy, you’re.”

Ugh.

Curling into him, I hid my face against his neck as I groaned. “You’re so distracting.”

That had him squeezing one cheek and it sent tingles through me as I tried to rock my dick against his stomach. “Such a naughty boy. Calling his Daddy names and trying to get humpies in the woods. I think I have a naughty little exhibitionist.”

Me?

I was going to tell him how wrong he was once he stopped making it so hard to talk.

“I thought I was going out with my sweet mate who loves manners and looks so polite, but it seems I have a naughty boy who’s doing his best to tempt his Daddy.” His gruff words had me shaking my head but I couldn’t figure out how to tell him no.

I was his good boy.

Wasn’t I?

“No…I…” Shoot. “I’m a good boy, Daddy.”

Yes, that was important to make sure he knew.

“Hmm, I don’t know. You’re still trying to get your tinglies.” Daddy’s pat to my bottom made me realize I was squirming too much.

Oops.

“I’m…I’m wiggly, Daddy.” Yes, I had too much energy to work off. “That’s…that’s it.”

Daddy made another thinking sound, which sent another shiver through me because I was nervous…yes…just nervous. “So you aren’t imagining Daddy pulling down your pants and leaning you up against a tree? You weren’t thinking about how good Daddy’s hands or mouth would feel?”

“I…”

He.

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