Page 2 of Daddy's Little Treat

“You’re too sweet.” I remember the first day we really had a chance to talk. It was the kids’ parent-teacher meeting at school. We flirted like teenagers in the back of that classroom, passing notes and whispering jokes to each other. I couldn’t stop staring at Logan’s muscular body and captivating blue eyes. It turned out I wasn’t the only one who liked what they saw.

But I was stunned when he asked me out a few days later. He was tall and beautiful, like a Greek god. The other moms practically threw their panties at the poor man. Yet here I was, all curves and wild curly hair. I hated the extra weight I carried, from my large, heavy breasts to my wide hips and extra-plump ass. I worked hard to stay in shape so I could keep up with my daughter, but I couldn’t seem to shed the pounds in my problem areas. So I hid them as best I could and tried not to let my size bother me.

But Logan quickly made it clear he didn’t see a problem with any part of me. He praises my body and worships every inch of it, encouraging me to show it off. He’s proud of how I look and wants everyone to know it.

I’m lost in my thoughts when Courtney asks, “I’m guessing the kids are getting along well then?”

“They’re as thick as thieves and always up to something.”

“Sounds about right for two six-year-olds. So, what’s the game plan for tomorrow?”

“They’ll be attending their own Halloween party at the school, followed by a trunk-or-treat in the parking lot.”

“That sounds fun. What are they going as this year?”

“We’re doing family costumes and dressing up as characters fromToy Story. I’ll be Bo Peep, and Logan’ll be Woody. Tommy can’t wait to be Buzz Lightyear, and Katie is going as Jessie, the cowgirl.” I log out of my computer before rising from my chair. “Speaking of, I need to get going. I have most of it, but I still gotta pick up the Woody costume I ordered and a few other things. Then, I need to get ready for tonight.”

Courtney stands and heads for the door while I gather my belongings and follow behind her. “And what’s the plan for tonight?" A mischievous grin spreads across her face. “Thisisan adult Halloween party, right? Surely you have something a little… sexier you’ll wear?”

“Maybe. You’ll just have to wait until Monday to find out.”

She responds with a playful pout before we say our goodbyes. I walk to my car with a shy smile, wondering what kind of costumes Logan picked out for us. I hope tonight will be fun and that I’ll get a special reward from Daddy for being his good little girl.

2

LOGAN

“Hey, boss. I’m sorry to cut out early. I must have some kind of stomach bug or something.” Mike clutches his abdomen with a pinched expression.

“Yeah, alright. Go on and get outta here. Take care of yourself.”

“Thanks, Logan. Hopefully, I’ll see you Monday.”

I give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before he hustles to his truck.

Fucking hell.This is not the day I need to be a man short on this project, especially going into the weekend.Halloweenweekend at that, when everyone wants to clock out early and start their festivities. Me included. But I guess we’re all staying late so we can keep on schedule and finish this remodel on time.

I’m eager for this fucking workday to end. My thoughts have been consumed with plans for tonight, and I’m looking forward to attending a party hosted by my best client, Kyle Tibideaux. Not only is he a kind man, but he’s hired my company to work on several of his multi-million dollar homes over the past year, even footing the bill for airfare when we’ve worked on his vacation properties.

He’s ridiculously wealthy but also down-to-earth and incredibly generous, always doing good deeds for others in town. He even invited my entire staff to his annual Halloween bash. It’s an over-the-top event hosted at his primary residence, a mansion at the city’s north end. He spared no expense on this elaborate affair, and I’ve heard the decorations and entertainment are top-notch.

But that’s not what I’m excited about.

I’m anxiously anticipating taking Kelsey to the party. I’m so damn proud of her, seeing how much she’s grown in our short time together. I like to think I’ve had a hand in that, but I know it’s mostly her. She just needed someone to love her and show her it’s okay to be who she is. That she’s perfect and doesn’t have to be someone she’s not, simply to make other people happy or more comfortable.

I know she also struggles to love her body the way I do, and no amount of reassurance will make that disappear. But I seize every opportunity to show her I appreciate all her luscious curves. So, tonight, I’m going to show her off proudly at one of the biggest events in town. Kelsey’s smart, witty, and beautiful. She’s all mine, and I want everyone to know it.

That’s why I insisted on picking out our costumes. I knew if I let her make the call, we’d end up dressed in something boring and baggy that would hide her gorgeous figure, like sweats or a potato sack. But one thing I love about Halloween is that it’s an excellent time to be a little naughty. And it’s also the perfect excuse to get Kelsey into an outfit that accentuates her body and boosts her confidence.

It didn’t take me long to come up with costumes that represented us as a couple: Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. With her sweetness and effortless sex appeal, she’s the embodiment of the fairy-tale character. And being near her turns me into a wolfish villain, dying to get a taste of her. Of course, devouring her every chance I get has nothing to do with filling my stomach and everything to do with satiating another appetite.

Fuck, I’m getting hard just envisioning her wearing that little red dress and fur-trimmed cape.

“Hey, Logan. Can I get some help over here?” My mind is pulled back to the present by Greg, one of my employees. I mentally berate myself for getting distracted, knowing there’s a mountain of work to be done. As much as I’m looking forward to tonight, I need to focus if I have any hopes of making it to this party. And precious daylight is burning.

I move to where Greg is standing with a drill and hold a cabinet for him while the rest of my crew finishes the flooring. Things are coming together, but as I glance at my watch, I know I’ll be late getting home. Once the cabinet is in place, I step away to make a quick phone call, and Kelsey picks up on the first ring.

“Hello?” There’s something off about her voice. With that one word, I can detect tension in her tone.

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