Page 39 of Magic and Mayhem

I was a very patient dragon, though, because I let him finish thinking and didn’t distract him. When he finally found his thoughts, he came over and gave me another kiss. “Yes, I think this is our second date because we went out and did something together and I’m making you dinner and we’re going to cuddle later. Sounds very date-like to me.”

Yay.

“I like dates with you, Daddy.” Kissing his cheek, I gave him a hug and giggled when he pretended to frown. “But I’m not going to distract you until later. Promise.”

Then I’d distract him a lot.

“That sounds a bit like a threat, naughty boy.” The way he frowned and pretended to look serious sent a shiver through me. “I think we’re going to have to talk about ways I should punish a cheeky boy who threatens his Daddy with distractions.”

Yay.

Spankings.

Having a Daddy just kept getting better and better.

Chapter 11

Talon

“So which was your favorite, cutie?” Leaning back in my chair, I had to smile at the startling amount of food Kenzie had tucked away somewhere. After watching him eat, I was pretty sure he had the hollow leg my grandmother had teased me about having as a kid.

Alien thing?

Kenzie thing?

Forgot to eat thing?

I settled on all of the above and smiled as he gave my question serious consideration, thoughtful head bob and all.

“I think my favorite has to be the apple cinnamon ones or the chocolaty ones.” Still looking very meticulous in his analysis, he scrunched up his face before shrugging and relaxing. “I like the apple ones because they tasted almost like apple pie, and I think we should try them with ice cream next time, but I like the chocolaty ones because we did those together and that makes them special.”

He was the cutest thing ever.

No matter what he was.

“I liked cooking with you too.” Kenzie’s addition had been to add some kind of decadent chocolate ganache on the top and it had made them restaurant-worthy. “We’ll figure out more things we can make together.”

Hopefully something with less sugar, but for aonce in a whiletreat, the pancake meal would be fun.

I’d been surprised he couldn’t make them himself with his love of baking, but it seemed that timing pancakes correctly required a bit more of an attention span than Kenzie had. His response when I’d asked him about making pancakes was to tell me that they went up in flames surprisingly fast.

I wasn’t sure how he’d accomplished that, but the more I got to know Kenzie, the less I questioned it.

“I had so much fun, Daddy.” He didn’t seem little but his eyes sparkled as he looked over at the stove. “I never thought about making one big batter and doing lots of stuff with it. I wonder how that would work with a cake?”

“Lots of layers of different flavors, maybe? Thin layers but it could work.” We’d just have to figure out which flavors would complement each other. “Maybe we try out something for the next little playdate at the VFW? We probably don’t need a full cake for just the two of us.”

Or he’d eat it.

His wide, excitement-filled eyes made me chuckle. “Oh, that’s a wonderful idea.”

“Thank you.” I thought his mind would jump to cake ideas and recipes but something in his fabulous mind seemed to take it in a naughty direction based on how quickly his smile shifted toward wicked.

“You know, I should thank you for being such a good Daddy and helping me in the store and making me dinner and making sure I get real hot dinners this week.” He was attempting to look sweet and innocent, but it wasn’t working. “Will you let me thank you, Daddy?”

Somehow it seemed that hot dinners and pancakes earned sexual favors.

I wasn’t sure how he’d made the connection, but I decided it would be rude to argue about it or question him.

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