Page 18 of Who's Your Daddy

Face cheeks didn’t count.

“I haven’t even complimented bulges or anything like that.” His family was all very well-endowed, though.

I only knew that because they wore their pants entirely too tight.

So if he was going to start getting nitpicky about my behavior, he was going to have to buy new pants.

“Those are very good points.” Daddy’s immediate recognition of my good behavior made me think he needed rewards too.

“And I didn’t even say the word sex toys around your cousins even though they stole my sex toys.” That had to count for a lot too.

Daddy’s hands came up in front of him and he automatically took a step back. “I had nothing to do with that.”

He wasn’t thesteal a dildotype of guy, so I nodded…and moved forward again because he was suddenly too far away. “You are much more well-behaved than that. But I have not had my afternoon orgasm yet and it’s almost dinner. So that needs to get handled.”

One way or another.

Chapter 6

Enzo

My family always got me in the most ridiculous situations.

“Are you asking for help in finding your toys or are you asking for help with orgasming? Those are two very different situations.” Oh, and… “And was the comment about dinner factual or a prompt to ask you for dinner?”

I needed more practice actually communicating with him about nonwork-related things before I tried to read his mind.

So far, the only things I could read his mind about revolved around his house, and that was only so helpful.

Terrence shrugged, but he quickly realized it wasn’t enough information. “I’m flexible.”

It was barely helpful, so I raised one eyebrow and got a sigh out of him. “Words. You’re a words kind of Daddy.”

“Correct.” And he was a drama kind of cutie. “So you’re going to have to elaborate.”

Nodding to himself, Terrence stood straighter like he was giving a presentation at work. “I was being honest about being flexible. You’re Daddy now, so that changes things. You’re not just the man who barks orders and frowns.”

Something sparked inside his brain and his face lit up. “You’re the boss. You’re Enzo.”

For fuck’s sake.

“Yes. I’m Enzo.” He really hadn’t known any of our names. “And I should’ve realized you never used anyone’s name.”

There’d been a lot ofhoneyanddarlingandoh my god, what did you dos.

“I’m getting so much better at the name thing.” Looking very pleased with himself, he wiggled excitedly. “Which one is Carlo and which one is Sergio?”

God.

“You said you wanted to climb Carlo like a tree and use Sergio like a body pillow.” Somehow he didn’t seem to find those comments to be inappropriate, though.

“Carlo has anLand that looks like a tree. I can remember that.” His face scrunched up. “Sergio looks long and mostly flat with that bump at the top. Yes, that’s like a really good pillow.”

Huh?

“You’re picturing the words? Their names written out, I mean.” When he nodded and gave me a curious look, I shrugged. “Just trying to make sure I understand the explanation.”

Filing that away to remember later, I tried not to let him lead us down a conversational rabbit hole. “Back to our discussion so I can plan our evening without crossing boundaries. What are you asking for?”

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