Page 9 of Who's Your Daddy

“But I’m siding on theit might be in your headside so far.” Leander finally stopped being ridiculous and went back to his regular behavior of compulsively disagreeing with me. “Youwould probably say something ridiculous or get in the way. And sending you to your office makes sense since during the day most people work…in their office.”

“Maybe.” I’d been very careful about the wholeafternoon relaxation timething. They hadn’t even teased me about it and they teased about everything.

They were even giving me toys.

Well, someone was giving me toys.

“What else? You said there was more than one time they cockblocked you?” Leander made a thinking sound. “Yeah, that’s not the right word but I’m not sure I can think of a better one right off the bat.”

“I think I’m going to buy one of thosewords for authorsbooks. Like a dirty thesaurus or something. There has to be a word I just haven’t heard enough.” There were some words that were hard to remember. “But it’ll work for now.”

Leander was back to shaking his head, but he didn’t let us get distracted by my good idea. “Your other story?”

“Yes.” It didn’t sound any more concrete than the first one, though. “For the past few days, they’ve been outside my office right when I’m getting ready to go upstairs and have asked me to do things. Yesterday the giggler asked me if I’d make him ice cream sandwich cookies. He’d seen someone make them on a TV cooking show and he thought it’d be fun.”

Leander was trying not to laugh and doing a terrible job of it. “Well, you always take a break at that time and you’ve taught them that you’ll make cookies any time day or night.”

Okay, that might’ve been my fault then.

“The tall one asked me to go get milkshakes for everyone. He gave me the money to go get them. He said he just couldn’t take a break to do it.” He’d been very excited about getting dessert…he’d smiled really big.

“I still have to say that it’s your habit of feeding them and taking a break at the same time.” After a few seconds, Leander frowned. “You’re sure they don’t know about your afternoon delight fun, right?”

“No. I’m very quiet. I don’t want to upset anyone or make them feel weird because I need a mental reset.” That wouldn’t be nice at all. “There’s no way they know.”

Leander didn’t look confident but he shrugged. “Then it’s probably just them having terrible timing. Like that roommate you had freshman year. He was so weird and he was always walking in on you.”

Yeah, I’d thought he was doing something fishy but he just ended up being borderline agoraphobic. After some therapy, he’d stopped walking in on me so much and he hadn’t been a bad roommate.

“Okay, good point. I have taught them to associate me with dessert and I take a break at the same time every afternoon.” Ugh. I’d screwed myself over. “This is ridiculous, though. They’ve found a new way to be distracting.”

He managed not to laugh but it looked painful. “Still having fun ogling your contractors?”

“Yes, and the grumpy one keeps giving me orders.” He was really sexy when he glared at me too. “It’s starting to become suspicious. He does this eyebrow thing and it’s all I can do to keep from grabbing my dick.”

And Leander lost his battle with his terrible sense of humor.

But at least I could say that I’d remembered my manners and hadn’t done anything inappropriate with my contractors…I just hoped my Secret Santa would remember that when he was thinking about buying me my next present.

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The house was quiet.

It wasn’t too light outside.

I couldn’t even hear trucks in the driveway.

Hoping that I was right about how early it was since I wasn’t sure where my phone had wandered off to, I shoved the front of my pajamas down and fished my hard dick out of my truck undies. “You shouldn’t have woken me up before I finished my dream.”

My dick was a dick.

Closing my eyes as I wrapped my hand around my erection, I sighed and tried to chase the dream I’d lost when I’d woken up. My sexy contractor had been glaring at me and fussing at me for being naughty. I had no idea what I’d done but he’d been wonderfully frustrated with me and then he’d said the magic words.

You need a spanking.

Magic.

I remembered the thrill rushing through me even in the dream and then everything had shifted so I was bent over his lap. My bottom was naked and he sounded gruff and very Daddywhen he’d been rubbing my cheeks and grumbling about how I needed to learn my lesson.

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