Page 23 of Awakening His Daddy

“Pizza man,” he calls out, and I scoff a laugh as I enter the kitchen, where he’s taking off his boots.

“But I don’t have any money for pizza.” I try for my most sultry damsel voice, but it doesn’t work because Joe laughs.

“I’m sure we can think of something, baby.” He pinches my chin and holds me tight.

“Whatever you want.” And I mean that.

“Yeah?” He leans a tiny bit closer, and I swear my heart rate kicks up, along with my dick. “Wash my car.”

I roll my eyes and swat at his strong chest before he chuckles and walks to the table. I grab the paper plates and napkins and head toward the living room.

He eyes me skeptically but follows me to the couch. “Are you going to make me watch those sappy Christmas love stories that you and Leo cry over all the time?”

“No?” I totally was.

“Izzy,” he says sternly. “I draw the line at movies that makeyoucry.”

“Aww. That’s so Daddy of you.” He tries to interrupt me, but I don’t let him. “Okay, how about the one where the kid gets left home alone?”

“Perfect. But I get to choose the next one.”

He wants to stay for a second movie! Maybe he’ll get so tired he falls asleep on the couch and stays the night.

He grins, and then I remember the type of movies he likes to watch. Lots of violence. Not that I mind violence, but it’s Christmas movie season.

“But it has to be a Christmas movie.”

“Deal.” I feel like he agreed far too quickly. He normally runs whenever Leo and I watch Christmas movies.

“Okay.” I eye him as I sit down on the couch. “Oh, I forgot the beer.”

“I’ll get it. You just relax.”

I want to say “thanks, Daddy,” but I just smile at him instead and get the movie ready.

When he comes back, we burn through the pizza, and I only have one beer. He’s on his second, but he had to clean up before he relaxed onto his side of the couch. I’ve got my feet up and resting against his thigh. He hasn’t pulled away yet, but eventually I sit up to grab my drink and stay in the middle of the couch where our shoulders are almost touching until the end of the movie.

“I thought I said no movies that make you cry,” he teases lightly.

“But his mom came home and now he’s all sorry.” I sniffle, and he pulls me into his side.

“You are just a big softy, aren’t you?” His words are sweet, so I look at him and nod. He’s looking back at me with eyes so dark blue they almost look gray. “Don’t cry, baby.” His big thumb wipes my cheek.

“These are happy tears,” I tell him.

“I still don’t like to see you cry.”

Well, I can fix that, so I wrap my arms around his soft waist and bury my head into his neck.

“Now you can’t see.”

He laughs. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I’m feeling much better now. You must have magic shoulders.”

“Izzy.” He gives me that warning tone, but I don’t sit up. He huffs and leans back before grabbing the remote and starting what he claims is a “Christmas movie,” but there’s an awful lot of swearing, guns, bare feet, and blood.

I’ll admit I’m enjoying it, but I think it’s more the way he lets me lean against him. When he doesn’t push me off, I grab my pillow and make myself more comfortable so I’m mostly lying across his lap. When his hand moves in circles on my back, I relax completely.

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