Page 10 of Who's Your Daddy

I loved lessons.

They were almost as good as presents and dream me had been so excited…and so hard.

And that had woken me up.

Real me and dream me had been hard and my real brain had decided that it needed to wake me up so I knew that too.

My real brain was just as big of a dick as my dick had been.

But I could fix that.

Squeezing my dick, I imagined it stuck between Gruff Daddy’s thighs as he squeezed it tight. He’d rub my bottom and pretend to be frustrated with me. He’d say I’d been naughty but he’d help me be a good boy.

Don’t worry. Daddy is going to make it all better.

His hand would come down and—

For fuck’s sake.

“Don’t be loud. He might still be asleep.” Gruff Guy’s voice should’ve made me even harder but it just made me frustrated. “His sense of time is weird.”

I was going to die of blue balls.

I’d always thought that was impossible and something asshole teenage boys made up, but I was starting to second-guess that.

“I might owe Harold an apology.” I’d told him he was crazy when he tried to get me to jerk him off in high school. “A very heartfelt apology.”

After I’d come.

Somehow.

Looking down at my erection, who couldn’t seem to decide what we were doing, I frowned. “It might be bad manners. I mean, doing it while it was just related to a dream was one thing. But he’s in the house.”

I really shouldn’t have given them permission to just walk in, but that’d been a much better plan than having to always go down and unlock the door at an ungodly hour.

When I thought I heard someone say coffee, I decided letting them walk in hadn’t been a bad idea after all.

Jerking off wouldn’t have been a bad idea either but then one of them said donuts.

At least, I was pretty sure it was donuts.

Was that coffee?

Had they found where I’d left the coffee maker?

Someone needed to just shoot me and put me out of my misery.

“We’re going to come back to this later. Promise.” Looking at my box of toys, I nodded to myself. “Yes, we’ll have a nice afternoon break and we’ll have bad manners then.”

No matter what, I’d find time to have bad manners with my favorite dildo and then we’d take a nap because they had a crazy work schedule.

Who started to function at nine in the morning?

My Secret Santa Daddy, evidently.

Ugh.

I was going to end up falling for a guy who was going to torture me forever.

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