Page 33 of Who's Your Daddy

Not that he’d noticed.

He was still wiggling but he was very focused on seduction and not what he’d already accomplished. “But Daddies aren’tlike regular guys or even the boring Doms that just tell you to kneel and look bored.”

Huh?

“They’re special.” He made that sound like it gave him a headache but I guessed it was better than making him kneel because he nodded to himself. “Yes, I don’t mind special.”

Good?

I was slightly scared to ask questions, so I decided to take a page from his book and look cute. It just made him sigh. “You’re going to be high maintenance.”

Me?

Laughing would’ve given him the wrong impression, so I raised one eyebrow. It got a shrug from my adorable drama queen. “It’s the truth. I can’t be punished for telling the truth.”

“Let me guess…Leander said that?” His nod wasn’t a surprise at all. “You and I are going to have a discussion about the definition of the word truth at some point.”

We were clearly suffering from a misunderstanding and had two very different meanings for that word.

“I’ll teach you.” Terrence wasn’t worried. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I’m smart.”

Deviously so, but he sidetracked us both before I could explain that. “Oh, kisses.”

His eyes went wide and he gave another happy wiggle as his brain went into high gear. “Yes, that’s very romantic.”

What was romantic?

I had a feeling he was going to tell me when he shifted and moved his legs back so he could stretch out over me. I had no way to guess what would happen, though, so I stuck with a simple reaction. “Hi.”

He wanted to giggle but whatever he was doing was serious business because he shook his head before staring down at me. “I’m being romantic.”

The best part about the whole situation was I could see grown-up Terrence giving me the same lecture.

“Sorry.” I was doing my best not to smile, but he made it so hard. “I like it when you’re romantic. It makes me feel important.”

“It should.” He nodded seriously. “I’m glad you understand, Daddy.”

I had no idea how to respond to that, but it turned out that I didn’t have to. He looked at me seriously and his brows pulled together. Then he puckered up his lips and kissed mine.

Our first real kiss.

Yep, it was romantic and I felt special.

It was also cute as fuck, so as he pulled back looking very pleased with himself, I wrapped my arms around him and rolled us over. “You’re so romantic.”

He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to be startled or proud, so he finally settled on wrapping his arms around my neck and sighing. “You’re so silly.”

“You’re so sweet.” With him pinned to the floor of the playroom, I gave him a kiss that time, starting out soft and innocent. It didn’t stay that way, though. As soon as he moaned,I nibbled on his lower lip and made love to his mouth as his sexy sounds got louder.

He had a needy, dumbstruck look as I finally released his mouth and he held on tighter to keep me from going too far. “I’m really good at being romantic.”

“You are.” And he was wonderfully confident when he succeeded with something. “And you’re so good at it you made me think very grown-up thoughts. Is that okay?”

“Oh yes.” And the proud look was back. “I’m really smart too.”

“And sexy.” That finally got a giggle out of him. “Both of which helped me remember what else we were supposed to do.”

“Orgasm.” He was inching closer to his grown-up side as he sighed out the answer, but he wasn’t completely there yet.

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