Page 6 of Awakening His Daddy

Since then, I’ve been on a few dates and heard about being a Daddy, but most women won’t even let me hold the door anymore, so I knew not to ask them if I could take care of them.

Izzy would let me take care of him.

He’d do whatever I told him to do. He’d trust me to make the right choices for him.

He’s also a guy, my son’s best friend, and he’s coming this way.

I swivel my chair toward him, and he makes his way right between my spread thighs, getting entirely too close to my body in the process. His hands slide up my thighs. If he were any other guy, I would punch him in the jaw for being so forward, but I can’t punch sweet Izzy.

“Hi, Daddy,” he whispers in my ear and shivers run through my body, and my dick twitches. Not a full-on boner, but we’re interested. Which is weird for me.

I need to get laid. It’s clearly been too long if someone rubbing my thighs gets me going.

This close, I can see some gold flecks in Izzy’s dark brown eyes, and there’s a light dusting of freckles across his tan nose and cheeks. It seems like his mouth is a bit too big for his face, but it makes him look more kissable.

Kissable…really?

I clear my throat and back Izzy onto the stool next to me.

He pouts but moves so his knees are still touching mine.

“I’m not your Daddy, Izzy.”

“But you could be.”

I know he has a crush on me, but he normally does a good job of keeping it under control. It seems someone is feeling bold tonight.

“What are you doing here?”

He throws back my whiskey in one gulp and sighs dramatically. “I’m looking for a unicorn.”

I’m about to ask what he means when he continues.

“There’s supposed to be an event here, but it looks like I missed it.” His face falls, and he turns his gaze back to me, but my brain is too busy to notice.

An event here.

He couldn’t possibly mean the brotherhood, could he?

How would he know about that, and if that was something he was interested in, wouldn’t he tell Leo? They tell each other everything, and there is no way Leo would keep this a secret from me. He knows about my issues, and if he thought that?—

“Leo didn’t set you up for this, did he?”

“No, he’s out with a lumberjack.” He shows me a picture, and thankfully, they’re still clothed.

Typical. My son’s pretty and small, and he loves someone who can manhandle him in bed.

Another thing he gets from his mother. Not just her petite stature, but their taste in men.

God, I hate that I know that.Waytoo much oversharing in my family.

“Besides, he’s not interested in the group.”

“How do you know? Did you ask him?”

“What? No! It’s…” He put his head down and whispers, “It’s private.”

“Were there supposed to be some Daddies here?” Maybe that’s what he means.

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