Page 41 of Daddy's Pride

“Uh-huh. Gross.”

“They were nicer than I was expecting.”

My curiosity gets the better of me. “Okay, I’ll bite. What do they taste of?”

“Earthy. A bit like mushrooms. When you first bite into them, they’re crunchy, but the meat inside is chewy.”

I grimace. “You’re not selling the experience.”

“What’s the weirdest thing you’ve eaten?”

“Deep fried chocolate.”

Miles laughs. “I’m starting to think you’re a chocoholic.”

“Me? Never.”

He laughs harder. “You’re doing a good job.”

“I bet it’s more fun decorating in company than alone.”

“Much more fun.” He pushes me against the wall and kisses me hard, grinding his groin against mine.

“We’re supposed to be working, Daddy.”

“I am. I’m working on turning my sweaty, dirty boy on.”

He nips the skin over my collarbone. I gasp, my pulse racing as blood rushes to my cock. “You’re very good at your job, Daddy.”

He licks the sweat from my temple. “And you’re good at your job.”

“What’s my job, Daddy?”

“Right now?” He ghosts his lips over mine.

“Uh-huh.”

“Being sexy for me.”

“We should do more decorating, Daddy.”

“We can do more later.”

I stroke his chest with one hand and his hip with the other. Why does he have to be fully dressed? “And now, Daddy? What are we going to do now?”

“Turn the steamer off.”

“Safety first.”

He chuckles and plunges his tongue into my mouth. “Then I’m going to carry you upstairs.”

“And be my drill sergeant?”

“Yes.”

“I’m looking forward to being put through my paces, Daddy.”

“You might not be able to walk afterwards.”