Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
And the giggles escaped that time.
But he also sat up and smiled, looking much more relaxed. “I’m ready. I’m not in New York and I’m not Austin and I just have cute pink flags like being an attention whore and slightly dramatic.”
Rolling my eyes got another laugh from my adorable worrier, but it also gave him a push to climb off my lap and bounce excitedly. “Breakfast and coffee and attention and then we’ll finish planning out our day.”
“Yes.” Standing, I gave him another kiss as I took his hand. “Then we’ll have fun later if you’re a good boy.”
I made sure to stroke the front of his pants with my free hand to make sure he understood what I was talking about. His needy moan was quickly cut off by a frown and the most adorable glare. “I can’t be hard when I meet her. No pats or rubs or teasing comments, Daddy.”
Hmm.
No safeword in sight.
“We’ll see.” That response had his cheeks going pink and he rolled his eyes. Still not a safeword. But I did check on the fit of his pants and adjusted his erection slightly and made sure his T-shirt wasn’t catching on the front of his pants. “There. That’s not noticeable.”
Unless she was at eye level with his dick, he’d be fine.
And I double-checked that as I stood up.
Yep.
Dessie seemed happy with that answer even though he’d gone back to being dramatic, sighing and huffing and even throwing in the occasional eye roll. “She’s going to notice and then think I’m a needy attention whore.”
I was smart enough not to respond to that but he still glared at me. “I know what you’re thinking.”
That he was a needy attention whore.
“You’ll never be Austin-level frustrating, so just keep that in mind.” She’d met him and hadn’t been impressed.
Austin had tried to steal her from me, though.
So he was a needy attention whore with good taste and bad decision-making.
All things I’d already known.
Dessie sighed again. “No one is as wonderful as Austin.”
He was adorable but delusional.
“Come on.” Kissing his head, I led us toward the door. “It’s going to be fine. I’ll make introductions. We’ll probably talk a bit. Then she’ll tell me she can’t stand around keeping me entertained all day. At that point, she’ll probably make a joke that it’s your job now. Then she’ll grumble about how much work there is to do.”
For some reason that made Dessie’s shoulders come down and I could feel the tension leaving him. “Okay, so she’s a less fabulous version of Austin when he’s in business mode. Got it.”
For fuck’s sake.
“I did not need that image in my head.” Grumbling as I reached for the door, I glared at my giggling sub. “No spankings for you for doing that to me.”
That didn’t stop his giggles and he was still smiling as we walked into the kitchen. Of course, it got slightly forced as Sofie came into view but he was doing his best, so I did my best to pretend it was fine. “Good morning, Sofie. I would like to introduce you to Dessie. He hasn’t let me put a label on our relationship yet.”
That had him rolling his eyes and glaring at me. “What part of making a good impression did you forget?”
None.
This was a much better reaction than fake happiness.
But I shrugged. “Oops.”
Sofie was trying not to laugh and glared at me too. “Don’t embarrass your partner on the first meeting, Tyson. Mama taught you better than that. You get to embarrass him on the second.”
Pretending to frown, I gave her a thoughtful expression that was better than either of theirs. “Are you sure? I distinctly remember embarrass first and then be sweet later. Because isn’t that what you did with Mario?”
Leaning to the side, I did a bad stage whisper. “Her mama met her boyfriend, now husband, for the first time when he was sneaking out of her room. His pants got caught on the windowsill and then her mama realized Mario wasn’t wearing anything under his pants.”
Dessie’s wide-eyed look got a laugh from Sofie. “You’re terrible. You have to stop telling that lie.”
Glancing between us, Dessie was clearly trying to figure out who to believe. “He was wearing a jock?”
She laughed again, clearly approving that he’d played along. “Pink heart boxer shorts.”
Dessie’s smile was back, but after a second he shook his head and did his best to glare at me. “You shouldn’t be embarrassing her either.”
I wasn’t going to agree to that nonsense, so I rolled my eyes. “How about I make you coffee?”
Sofie snorted, shaking her head. “Bribing him to accept your bad behavior already.”
Dessie shrugged. “He has good coffee and he’s kinda cute.”
That got another delighted laugh from Sofie as she went back to moving around the kitchen, putting a grocery list together judging by the random way she was opening every cabinet. “If you give him an inch, he’ll take a mile.”