Page 169 of Daddy's Naughty List

I had plans to talk about it for long enough to distract him too, but he jumped back to the snack conversation before I could get started.

“Goldfish, Santa.” He paused for a second and then seemed to decide he hadn’t given me enough information. “For my treat. We don’t got that stuff.”

Making an exaggerated thinking face, I nodded. “Yes, I don’t have cheese fish. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen them in the meat department.”

Stirling couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to laugh or roll his eyes again, so he settled on a slightly frustrated sigh like I’d told a bad Dad joke. “Santa… that’s silly.”

“I like being silly.” Giving him a beard proved that. “But I’m special and very smart. So I can make cheese fish appear.”

Shifting so I could pull out my phone, I chuckled as his mouth dropped open. “Santa, we don’t do that. We’re not lazy. We buy our own groceries so the stupid people don’t get it wrong.”

One time.

I complained about the asshole delivery guy one time and he was going to make sure I remembered it for the rest of our lives.

“But you’re more important than laziness or stupid people.” Or people who deliberately managed to get every item wrong.

Every item.

“Aww.” Leaning over and getting bubbles everywhere, he kissed my cheek. “Thank you, Santa.”

Ignoring the mess and his blatant manipulation, I smiled. “What kind of goldfish do we want? I’m really hoping you mean crackers.”

That got more silly giggles, but thankfully he nodded. “Yes. The good kind.”

Not helpful at all… and for an adorable helper that was saying a lot.

By scrolling through the stupid delivery app, we finally narrowed down what the good ones meant and I had a feeling he’d been sneaking them on his own because he had a lot of opinions on Goldfish crackers.

But through trial and error and a Dom with a thing for snack foods, we got several packages ordered before the bubbles fell flat.

It made me the best Santa ever and it also made me realize that I was going to drop a note to Dr. Miles and make sure he knew that Stirling had been sneaking stuff he wanted but didn’t want to admit he wanted.

It might’ve made me a bad Dom but I wasn’t going to worry about that unless he complained or Dr. Miles tattled on me.

“Alright, how about we get you cleaned up?” We’d looked for the crackers for so long his water was almost cold, and without toys, I wasn’t sure what we’d do in the tub.

Luckily for me, I had a helper who was more into bubbles than the actual bath, so now that they were gone, he was done. “Clean and kisses and snacks and books.”

“That’s right.” I reached for the bodywash since making sure he was actually clean seemed to be the next step. “We need to figure out if we want an adventure book or if we want a funny book.”

There had to be electronic kids’ books, right?

I saw parents giving kids tablets all the time… at least some of them had to be reading a book? Statistically, it just made sense.

“Hmm.” Giving me cute thinking faces while I ran a washcloth over his chest and arms, Stirling finally shrugged when I got lower on his torso. “I don’t know.”

“Me neither.” We’d fix that, though. “Up on your knees.”

As he giggled and scrambled to obey, actually managing not to kill himself, he wiggled his hips so his dick swung back and forth. “Happy book?”

I was a terrible Santa and rolled my eyes. “A romance novel? Really?”

His answer was to kiss my cheek and snicker as I started to wash his penis. “Happy books, Santa.”

Groaning, I ignored the way his body loved the attention he was getting and the idea of reading happy books. “Alright, but a low-heat happy book.”

I was not reading incest porn or something like that to my helper.

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