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“Leo,” Isaac replied, his blinding smile lighting up his face. It may have been residual joy from his daughter, but pointed at me I could pretend. “Good morning. How did you sleep?”

“Amazing,” I conceded. “Your bed is like a cloud.”

“We-o,” Dezi squealed, finally noticing me. She hadn’t mastered her L’s yet, and I found her name for me adorable.

“Hi, Dezi.” Stepping up to kneel beside her chair at the threshold of the kitchen, I pointed to her food, “That looks so yummy! Did your daddy make that for you?”

Isaac cleared his throat and I turned to see if he was alright, which was when Dezi tried to feed me some of her sausage. “Food, We-o.”

“Thanks for sharing, Dezi,” I chuckled around the bite she foisted on me. “Do you want any help?”

“No, I do,” Dezi insisted, so I stood to avoid another poke from her sticky fingers, and found Isaac holding out a plate.

“I thought you might be hungry,” Isaac stated, and I saw it was another mouse-shaped pancake with a smiley face of sausage and fruit.

My heart fluttered in my chest at the simple gesture. I took the plate out of the kitchen so I could have a moment to myself, because my crush was being amplified.

One thing my sister never knew was why I didn’t date guys my own age. I liked older men, sure, but also men who treated me like a treasure. Men my age just didn’t know how to be a partner or caretaker in the kinky sense, so it stayed a dream.

In this fantasy future, the man would make me breakfast, and I always imagined something very similar to what I was looking at in Isaac. Sexy man with his life together, caring and also funny, who took the time to make me special pancakes. Damn if Isaac wasn’t pushing every one of my buttons.

In my heart of hearts, I wanted a Daddy, and for me to be his little boy.

“Do you have plans today?” Isaac asked, and I met his eyes over the breakfast bar. I couldn’t tell if he was asking to be polite, or if he wanted to get rid of me.

“I should head home, but I appreciate the breakfast,” I told him and meant it. I was sad to go, but I had a lovely time with him and Dezi. “You have an amazing little girl, and I’m always happy to help.”

Digging into my breakfast, I found myself ravenous, and the three of us fell into a companionable silence as we all dug in. When I was swallowing my last bite, Isaac spoke and had me almost choking.

“You should have dinner with us,” Isaac said, and I saw him narrow his eyes as I coughed and reached for the juice he’d set out for me. “You alright?”

“Yeah, yes, I’m fine,” I squeaked out and wiped at my mouth in case I’d drooled while coughing. “What did you ask me? Stay for dinner?”

“Oh, you probably have places to be,” Isaac hedged, taking my plate and turning away to put it in the sink along with his. It was just him being polite, then. I shouldn’t be surprised– “But maybe next weekend?”

A shock of energy rushed down my spine. Halloween was later in the week, when I’d be going trick-or-treating with Cam and Nacho, but I didn’t have plans on the weekend. If I did, I could rearrange them.

“I’d love that,” I rushed to answer.

“Great!” Isaac turned around to give me a shy smile after his exuberant reply, tossing a dish-towel over his shoulder. “We’ll text about the details.”

“We-O,” Dezi cheered like she could feel my excitement.

Dinner plans with Dezi and her Daddy? I couldn’t wait.

Chapter eight

Isaac

The week after Leo’s little sleepover gave me some time to process my reaction to him. I concluded that I was just lonely, both intimately and for time with friends. I’d spent the whole year focused on my daughter and rearranging my life for her, putting everything else on the back burner.

It wasn’t healthy, and I was planning to invite friends over soon.

Seeing Leo at Dezi’s school on Tuesday morning had my dick twitching in some sort of a Pavlovian response. I avoided him on Halloween by keeping Dezi home to go visit my dad in her costume.

Did I get hard when I saw Leo’s bare chest? Maybe. He was a fit, young man, and it had been far too long. Did I find him fucking adorable when I’d peeked into my room in the early morning tofind him snoring softly into my pillow? Okay, yes. But I was a Daddy, both in kink and literally to my daughter. Cute was cute, right?

Groaning, I pressed my head into the top of the refrigerator, letting the cold air from the open door cool my racing blood pressure. I promised myself I’d download a dating app and start chatting with some women, since I clearly needed to scratch the itch.