Page 149 of Daddy's Naughty List

“You looked very sexy when you were frowning at me.” I wouldn’t have been able to say that a year ago, but I could now and his squeeze said he was proud of me. “And the other Littles liked it too. They loved it when Santa got stern with his naughty elf.”

Me.

I’d been naughty.

Rhett laughed. “They kept egging you on, so I’m glad you don’t want to do it all the time. I had to think too much.”

He’d been fast with his comebacks and frowns, though.

“Conner was very proud of us. We were the best Santa and elf the club has ever had.” Rhett’s pleased chuckle was wicked and filled with pride. He liked being the best. “And you’re not the type to boast, so I wanted to make sure you knew how wonderful we were.”

Snickering, Rhett nodded. “Yes, I’m so modest. Thank you.”

He was silly and confident and sexy… but not modest.

“I’m going to have to give you a reward for being such a good Santa.” He was a very sexy Santa in the tight T-shirt and leather-looking pants that Conner had picked out. It wasn’t totally Santa accurate, but with the red jacket and big black leather boots it was paired with, he looked amazing.

I was totally Team Sexy Santa now.

The Littles were just going to have to accept they’d lost that argument.

“No. No. No. You’re not going to distract me. It’s your turn to be rewarded because you were amazing. Brave and sexy and confident and a wonderful brat. That meansyouget rewarded.” He sighed when I stayed quiet. “You didn’t realize you were doing it, did you?”

“No, but you take good care of me and you noticed.” I wasn’t as bad about it as I used to be. Dr. Miles said it was okay to accept praise and it was even more okay to like being praised. “You’re right. I was amazing, and because I was so good, I get rewarded. That’s the deal and the way we set up the scene.”

Being good was hard, but being naughty was way too stressful to do it all the time.

This had been a very good example about why I needed to accept being a good boy and not wish I was naughtier.

“I can ask to reward a good Santa when we get home, though. That’s in the rules.” Unless it was specifically my turn, asking to make him come was always acceptable because it’d taken me a while to work up the nerve to do that when we’d first started dating.

I’d probably driven Rhett crazy, but I wasn’t nearly as shy and jumpy as I had been at the beginning of our relationship.

I’d even told him that he’d left a lot of dishes in the sink lately.

He’d rewarded me for that too.

Shoot.

“You left the dishes in the sink deliberately.” My head popped up without my thinking about it and I saw Rhett trying not to laugh. “That’s so naughty. Oh. That’s…”

Lips pressed together, Rhett shrugged.

“You have to confess. That’s not an acceptable way to answer.” If I couldn’t pout and shrug, he couldn’t giggle and shrug.

Somehow he managed not to laugh, but it looked painful, like he had to swallow a rock. “I had to show you that it’s okay to remind me if I forget things or get lazy. You’ll tolerate too much from me if we’re not careful.”

Putting up with a few dishes was not putting up with too much.

“You worry too much.” Kissing his cheek, I sat up and straddled his lap. “But I’m going to show you that you don’t have to worry.”

Somehow.

Before he could tell me that was impossible, I wiggled over his erection. “I would like my reward, please.”

Yes, that would show him.

Hopefully.

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