Page 38 of Wrecked for the Holidays

“The nontoxic kind. I double-checked and asked the salesperson if it was okay for food crafting. She said it was fine because it would hold up to heat.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Papa was obviously trying to suppress a chuckle that was well on its way to being a snicker. The mansnickeredat me. “Nontoxic doesn’t mean edible. Food crafting and food cooking are incredibly different things.”

“Then why doesn’t the label say you can’t eat it?” I was…aghast? My flabbers were definitely ghasted.

“It does, love. Right there on the back with the instructions. We see it in the ER all the time when parents bring it with them after their kid chows down on it.”

“Oh. My. God. Could I havekilledyou? I don’t want you to die!”

“The odds of death are low,” he said and then ruined when he added, “but never zero.”

Well, piss.

“Language, please.”

“Dammit, was that out loud?”

“That was too. Tsk-tsk. I’ve warned you about the language before, haven’t I, love?” I nodded silently. He didn’t look upset at all. Papa looked…calculating. “The next one gets you a spanking.”

The words hadn’t even left his lips when my dick, which had been behaving, stirred again. Papa’s smirk told me he saw exactly what was going on in my pants. I willed my dick to behave long enough to get through this conversation. It would be hit or miss, but I was going to try my dam—darnedest.

“Papa, is damn a swear word?”

“For you, yes.”

“And piss?”

“Yep.”

“This seems highly convenient for one of us.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

Papa didn’t bother to hide his laughter now, but I kept up my facade of annoyance. He didn’t need to know that my heart rate had sped up and blood pounded through my veins, anticipating him giving me a spanking. Sure, it had been on the list, and we’d talked about it briefly, but Papa had made no move toward it. Last night was maybe the push we both needed to step forward. The Magic 8-Ball answer wasDecidedly So.

“If it’s any consolation, your coffee is delicious.” I’d been so preoccupied with the thoughts, okay daydreams, of a spanking that I’d overlooked him prepping his coffee. That little praise was enough to bring back some, but definitely not all,the pride in an attempt at breakfast. Papa took his coffee seriously, so delicious coffee was a win. “And I have a little time before I go in. Do you have anywhere you need to be this morning?”

“Nope. I figured I’d run a few errands after you left for work. Some people at work said Salish Row has a bunch of cute shops.”

“Going to drive over?” Papa asked.

“Nah, I figured I’d walk since it won’t rain until tonight.”

Papa lifted the tray off his lap and drew me closer. He looked tousled and messy and perfect. “I’d give you a kiss, but morning breath plus coffee is gross.”

He laughed at himself, and I joined in. And then I leaned down and kissed him anyway. I slipped my tongue into his mouth because no way would a silly thing like unbrushed teeth stop me from kissing the man I wanted. His hand came up and held me steady as our kiss deepened.

Papa grounded me to earth and somehow helped me fly while I was there. It made no sense, but there it was. Last night, I’d admitted my move-in was completely orchestrated, and he’d let me top him. And now he was kissing me? It was so obvious. Papa wanted me, forced me really, to fall in love with him. Now, he was stuck with me, so he had no one to blame but himself. I was a fixture around here. He just needed to be fine with that. If he wasn’t, he shouldn’t have done what he did. This was all on him.

With that sorted, I returned to the much more pleasing part of concentrating on Papa’s tongue as it mapped my mouth. Maybe being in love made people forget the not-so-great parts of reality, like needing to brush your teeth first thing in the morning so your Papa would kiss you more? Or maybe when you were in love, that kind of thing didn’t matter? Regardless, his mouth sent my heart rate soaring to an alarming height. What a lovely way to go. Sadly, I was still alive when Papa drew back.

“Since I have some time, want to go to breakfast with me, and I’ll drop you off on my way to work?”

“Can I have waffles?”

“You can have anything you want, sweetheart.” Papa’s eyes turned soft and sweet. The best way to get what you wanted was to ask for it.

“In that case, can I take a shower with you before we go?”

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