Page 22 of Awakening His Daddy

“Who said anything about a date? I just love pizza.”And your body.

“Fine. How about I stop at Geno’s? It’s on my way home.”

“Yes! I love Geno’s.”

“They have a new pizza I wanted to try that has broccoli on it.”

“Why would anyone do that?!” I gasp. That sounds awful.

“I’m just kidding.”

“That’s not funny.” I pout.

“Meat lovers?”

“And garlic bread?” I cross my fingers, hoping he’ll say yes.

“Why not? It’s the weekend, after all.”

I fist pump the air. “Your place or mine?” I try for cheeky.

“Yours, so that way I can leave if you get too handsy again,” he teases.

If only he knew how handsy I’d really like to get with him. Although, I’m pretty sure he knows.

Or if he didn’t before, he does now after I groped him at the bar. I still can’t believe I did that. Not that I’m sorry, cause I’ve jerked off to the memory of his hot thighs every night this week.

I’m a creep.

“Perfect, I’ll get the beer,” I add.

“Not light beer.”

“Beer snob,” I tease.

“Connoisseur,” he corrects.

“Fine. I’ll get the fancy beer.”

“Okay, I’ll be over in like an hour.”

“See you soon.”

I stop by the gas station that’s close to my house and grab some beer and ice cream, because like he said, “it’s the weekend.”

I do a quick clean of my kitchen and living room.

Owning my own home has been such a dream come true that I’ve been much cleaner than ever before. But not spotless.

Cleaning sucks.

But I know how much of a Daddy Joe is, and he not only keeps everything clean, he enjoys cleaning.

Who enjoys cleaning?

Daddies, that’s who.

The doorbell rings before Joe comes in. He knows that he’s welcome to walk in, but he always rings the bell. I think it’s more like a warning, since Leo has no shame or boundaries and I’m sure Joe has seen him in more than a few compromising situations.

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