Page 39 of Daddy's Pride

“I didn’t have a choice when I was in the army.”

I stroke his cheek. “That can’t have been easy, especially once you were out.”

“It was what it was. We were there to serve, not sightsee.”

We carry on to the house and go into the lounge.

“What job do you want me to do, Daddy?”

“You wanted to get dirty and sweaty for me so you can strip the wallpaper.” He gestures to a steamer.

“Is that all you want me to strip, Daddy?”

He rubs my upper arms. “I’ll definitely want you to strip all your clothes off. Later.”

“After decorating.”

He hums as he slams his mouth over mine. My skin tingles in response to the intensity of the kiss. This week is going to be more amazing than I could have dreamt.

“What are you going to do, Daddy?”

“Scrape old paint off the skirting boards.”

We get to work. The heat from the steamer has me sweating in no time. I shed my jumper, but I’m still too hot in my T-shirt. I use a scraper to get the stubborn bits of wallpaper off. It’s not long before I have glue and scraps of paper sticking to my skin and clothes. Not that I care. It’s satisfying to pull huge strips of dated paper off the walls.

“What’s your plan for decorating in here, Daddy?”

“It’s a big room with lots of light, so I thought I’d do a strong colour on at least one of the walls. Probably the one with the fireplace.” Miles kneels as he uses a paint stripper and scraper on the skirting boards. His shirt has ridden up, showing off the small of his back and the top of his arse crack.

“What colour?”

“I hadn’t got that far.”

“What’s your favorite colour?”

“Navy blue.”

“Huh.”

“What, boy?”

I laugh. “I thought it might have been khaki green.”

He hooks his top lip. “I’ve had enough of khaki green for a lifetime.”

“But you’ll wear it for promo photos, won’t you?”

“If you think it’s the best option.”

“I do, Daddy. Navy blue would look good. Maybe with cream on the other three walls and gold accents.”

He bobs his head from side to side. “It would look good. What’s your favorite colour?”

“Whatever you’re wearing.” I grin.

“As flattering as that is, answer properly, boy.”

“Purple. I especially love Cadbury’s purple.”