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“Can’t say I blame her,” Leo giggled when Dezi let out an audible burp. “I feel like she’s complimenting the chef.”

“Sure, let’s go with that,” I replied with a raised brow and dry tone, but couldn’t help joining in his smile.

Yeah, I was in trouble.

Chapter nine

Leo

Putting Dezi to bed together was surreal. I’d done the same with my sister and Nacho for years, but doing it with Isaac was another story altogether.

For one, I never got turned on watching a man read a bedtime story in my house. I found myself sitting on the rug in Dezi’s nursery with her on my lap, giving Isaac my rapt attention when he did voices for the animals.

When Dezi clapped and said, “Again, Daddy,” I was right there with her.

Eventually, she started nodding off, and I lifted her carefully to put her in bed. Isaac said she had a bath before I arrived, so we tiptoed out of the room together like we were teens sneaking out at night.

Isaac slipped into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of wine. “I think you mentioned liking a cabernet?”

“I did,” I replied, a little shocked he remembered an off-hand comment about wine preferences from a week before. I took it from him as we both sank into his sofa. “Thank you, Daddy.”

We both froze, glasses in hand and the silence like a weighted blanket over us. He didn’t look upset, or even amused at my slip. He looked surprised, but there was heat in Isaac’s gaze as well.

In my defense, I’d been hearing Dezi call him Daddy for hours. And also…Isaac had big Daddy energy. How could I not look at him and think of the word?

“I’m sorry?” I offered an apology for the weirdness I’d caused, not sure what else to say. I drank from my glass as a distraction and the rich flavors burst over my tongue. Biting back a moan, I took another sip. “Damn, this is really good.”

“Glad you approve,” Isaac replied in a husky tone. My eyes met his again as he took a gulp of his own before setting the glass on the coffee table. “Was that random, or…?”

Dammit, he wasn’t going to let me get away with my embarrassing moment. I could have gone home and agonized over calling him Daddy all night. Possibly for days. But no, he wanted to be mature and talk about it. Well, if he really wanted to know.

“I mean, you know I’m gay, right?” I started, not sure where I was going.

“I guessed, but didn’t want to assume,” Isaac shrugged, leaning back against the couch with his eyes closed.

The separation from having his eyes on me helped me to go on.

“Well, in gay culture, it’s common for some men to be Daddies, and others to be boys,” I explained.

“That’s not just in gay culture,” Isaac turned his head to face me with a smile. “I know about Daddies and littles.”

“Right.” Taking another sip of the delicious wine, I laid it out there, “You’re not the first man I’ve called Daddy. Though you might be the first with an actual child.”

Isaac licked his lips and I tracked the movement until I saw he’d caught me staring. Sitting up, Isaac leaned forward until his face was only inches from mine. “You’re not the first adult to call me Daddy, Leo.”

“Oh,” I whispered, his words sinking in slowly. Was Isaac saying what I thought he was saying? Only one way to find out. “Do you like being a Daddy in the bedroom?”

“In the bedroom, and out of the bedroom in kinky relationships,” Isaac whispered back, and the moment washeavy with anticipation. “I haven’t been a Daddy to anyone since Dezi’s mom over two and a half years ago.”

Feeling brave enough to put my hand on his chest, Isaac sighed at my touch. Despite his calm words, Isaac’s heart was racing. Mentioning his daughter’s mom was new, and I could tell it was a sore subject. Still, I had to know.

“Do you want to be?” I asked, then realized how it sounded. I didn’t want him to think I wanted something as serious as making a baby together. “To be Daddy in the bedroom, again?”

Isaac narrowed his eyes in concentration. I thought he was going to ask me to leave, but he lifted his hand to cup my cheek instead. “You’re bringing out those instincts in me. But it scares me, too.”

“Why does it scare you?”

“Because,” Isaac’s gaze dropped to my lips, and I was begging him to kiss me. “I’ve never wanted a man before. A boy.”

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