Page 83 of Santa’s Little Faker
Frowny face.
Frowny face.
“That wasn’t something you should’ve thanked me for.”
Daddy was silly.
“Your turn. Limits.”
Distracted Daddy.
Ha.
“Yes, my limits.” More big breaths. Daddy was so funny. “I want to make you sticky and we can talk about taking turns later. I like all your limits, so why don’t we go get a shower and we’ll go back to bed to cuddle.”
I was so funny too.
“All done.” Ha. Clean inside and out. “I’m fast.”
Daddy groaned. “That was why you were being sneaky in the bathroom and took so long.”
Yep.
All set for Daddy.
“I can’t believe you kept me waiting just to have—” Daddy groaned when I wiggled so I could sit like a cowboy on his lap. “What are you doing?”
“Distracting Daddy.” And I was a good boy since I was honest. “No lies means bigger rewards. You said so. I ’member.”
Huff.
Puff.
Sigh.
“I really don’t think that was what I said.” Daddy knew I won, so I gave him a big boy kiss. “One day I’m not going to let you get away with that.”
Not today.
“Stop giggling.” Daddy tried to frown but I rocked on his lap. “Cheater.”
Yes.
“No…Daddy’s special boy.” Yes. That was nicer. “Does Daddy want kisses?”
Kisses for Daddy.
Gonna look cute and sweet and make Daddy squirm.
“What are you doing?” Daddy moaned when I slid down between his legs and reached for his pants. “Kisses. Got it.”
Daddy wasn’t smart when he wanted happy time.
“That giggle is evil, Trippy.”
“Nooo…” Wide eyes and sweet face made Daddy groan again. “I’m your sweet boy, Daddy.”
Ha.
