Page 94 of Awakening His Daddy

Izzy looks surprised, like he’d never even thought about it. “Sure,youcan, but not him. He’d draw dicks on it.”

Leo cackles. “You know me too well.”

I move to hug Leo. “I’m glad you made it here early.”

“He would have been earlier, but he insisted on stopping to pick me up,” Whit tells us, and I blink at Leo in surprise. He has never, not once, brought someone home for anything other than sex, and then they’re gone. Never to be seen or heard from again.

“Oh my god! This is so exciting. Leo’s never brought a guy home, ever,” Izzy tells Whit. “He’s more of a hit?—”

“Izzy,” I warn, and he stops talking.

“Hey, where’s my pretty niece? I really want to squeeze her fluffy cheeks.”

“Oh, she’s around somewhere. She gets nervous whenever the doorbell rings.”

“Which it has been doing a lot of recently because someone is ordering too much stuff,” I accuse.

“I will not apologize for spending my money on my family.” He pats Whit’s tummy. “I only got you a few things.”

“Aww, you didn’t need to get me anything.”

“A few are for me,” Leo purrs, and Whit blushes.

“Leo, why don’t you go put your stuff in your room and I’ll make up the couch for Whit.”

Leo gives me a confused look and then laughs. “Good one, Dad.” I smile. “Although where is Izzy going to sleep now? I’m sure he doesn’t want to hear me and Whit?—”

“For the love of god, do not finish that sentence,” I beg, and Leo laughs again.

“Come on and catch me up?” Izzy asks excitedly, and the two run off, leaving me and Whit standing around.

“Want a beer?” I ask.

“Sure.”

Whit follows me into the kitchen. “Are you hungry? I could make you something.”

“No, we stopped on the way up.”

“So, if you’re not really a lumberjack, what do you do?”

“I’m an investment banker, and I spend most days in suits, which I hate, so I like to be comfortable. I’m not really trying to get all the boys. That’s not my style.”

“I’m not judging.”

He follows me back into the living room, pops his beer, and sits down in the armchair.

We sit in silence for a moment, watching the brutal movie.

“What is this?”

I take a sip of my beer. “Izzy insists on watching only Christmas movies. I’m not sure where he found this one, but Santa’s tearing these thieves up.”

“They’re trying to rob Santa?”

“I don’t think that’s it.” I’m not sure, because Izzy was wiggling on my dick. “I think it’s someone’s house and they’re trapped or something.”

Santa gets more and more violent as the movie goes on. Whit and I are laughing so hard I barely hear Leo screech, “Youwhat!”

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