Page 170 of Daddy's Naughty List

Nope.

Stirling’s grin was wicked but he nodded enthusiastically. “Town witches. Little happy, Santa.”

If I was remembering the series he was talking about correctly, his complaint had been the low heat. “Alright, we can try one of those books. But Santa is not reading big happy scenes to his cute helper.”

As my hand slipped between his legs to wash his ass, he cocked his head and watched me curiously. “Santa no happies?”

He’d definitely slipped into a younger headspace from either getting the Goldfish confession out or just from his stress finally fading, but I thought I understood the question.

IhopedI understood the question.

“Santa has no problem giving his special helper happy tickles or just doing happy things in general with his cute helper.” I proved that by wiggling my finger and getting a giggle from Stirling as his dick perked up again.

“But… but reading about other people doing happy things seems… I don’t know how to explain it.” Frowning, I worked on arranging the words in a way that wouldn’t be triggering to him or make me sound like a dick, but it was taking a second and he finally leaned over and kissed my cheek again.

“Limits, Santa.” He gave me a big smile and patted my other cheek with a wet hand. “Good Santa.”

“Thank you.” I’d have to figure out what my limits were, but for the time being he seemed content. “But we can find adventure books or mysteries or aliens?”

Stirling snorted and gave me a look like he thought my IQ had slipped several points lower. “Aliens always happy, Santa.”

Oh.

Yes, I could see that. Humans would really appreciate the attention of happy aliens. “Okay, we’ll stay away from the aliens for now.”

Did they make Amish gay romance?

Murder, She Wrotegay romance?

“We’ll find lots of options and we can curl up and read any time you want.” With him clean and in a good mental state and with his snack en route, I pulled the plug in the tub and kissed his forehead. “Let’s go find jammies and a book.”

First Santa and helper activity time was going to be considered a success… so I was curious to see how round two would go.

Chapter Eight

Stirling

“Oh, Santa…” One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. “Lots of Goldfish.”

“I hadn’t realized how many flavors these came in now.” Santa shrugged as he reached for a pizza-flavored one. “But some of these are not gold Goldfish. That pretzel one is really good if you eat it with the messy cheesy ones, but it should not be called a goldfish.”

Santa liked snacks but Santa had lots to say about snacks.

“Dessert?” Pointing to the cupcake flavor, I waited to see what Santa would say.

He sighed. “I don’t know about that one.”

Nodding, I pointed to the s’mores bowl. “Dessert?”

Santa smiled and reached for more. “Those are a do-again.”

Then he frowned and looked at the naughty crackers. “But that hot one… I must’ve fat-fingered that one. I don’t remember ordering it.”

Snickering, I wiggled my fingers at thelots of cheeseones. “Mine. Please, Santa. Mine.”

“Here you go.” Kissing my head, Santa gave me my bowl and snuggled me tight. “Ready for one more chapter?”

Nodding, I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed as the witch got abducted. “Like fairy tale, Santa.”

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