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“I wasn’t looking at all,” he confessed.

“All right. The bed’s ready.”

“Daddy? Can you help me?”

“Sure. Whatever you need.”

“I need to go to the bathroom first.” He pointed at his chest. “Buttons.”

It would be my utmost pleasure. “Sit on the side of the bed, sweetie.”

He sat, his pajamas bunching up. I knelt in front of him and began undoing the buttons. When they were done, I couldn’t help but peek. The front of his tighty whities was bulging. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

I lifted my gaze to his. He quirked a half-smile, then scampered off to the bathroom.

“Do you need help in there?” I called after him.

He turned. “When I’m really little, yes. But I’m medium little right now.”

“All right, then. I’ll be waiting.”

I walked into my closet and undressed. I didn’t always wear pajamas to bed, but tonight I would. I got out my royal blue tops and bottoms just because Kiren said he’d imagined me wearing pajamas like them. They were my favorite, too.

As I walked out of the closet, Kiren came through the bathroom door. His mouth opened.

“Daddy, you look handsome.”

I bowed before him. “Thank you. So do you. Need help again?”

He looked down at his unbuttoned self. The shoulders were sliding off him and down his arms.

“Yes.” He immediately sat on the edge of the bed.

“So many buttons,” I said, kneeling.

“I don’t like the zipper ones. They dig in.”

“That makes sense.”

He was still hard in his underwear. When I grabbed the first button, I deliberately skimmed the side of my hand against the bulge.

His body jerked. He let out a soft, “Oh!”

“Something, baby?”

He leaned into me, cupping my face with his hands. “I think I’m a naughty boy.”

I smiled, my cheeks pressing harder on his palms. “How naughty?”

“Bad.” He giggled.

How I wanted him.

“You should show Daddy.”

“Mmmm.” He shook his head. “I might get in trouble.”

“You know it’s best to take care of things before they get to be more than you can handle.”

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