Page 46 of Chance's Choice
A few minutes later, the humming stops.
The hair on the back of my neck bristles.
A quiet bratty Kade isneverto be trusted.
I look up and I can feel my jaw dropping as I take the situation in.
Kade is kneeling in front of the wall, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth in concentration while he creates a beautiful picture with his crayons.
On the office wall.
Clever boy. It’s the sort of behavior that will obviously get him in trouble, but The Grove invests in easy wipe-down paint for obvious reasons, so clean up when the scene is over will be super easy. Not that I give more than half a second’s thought to that as I take in what he’s doing.
“Kaden!” I’m on my feet and rounding the desk before my brain catches up. “Whatare you doing?” I demand as I cross the space towards him in a few long, purposeful strides.
He startles and gasps, dropping his crayons as he swivels at the hips to face me with wide blue eyes. His guilt is written all over his pretty face, but he still attempts to rally by batting his lashes and saying, “Pretty picture, Daddy?”
He’s going to be the death of me, but what a way to go!
Planting my hands on my hips, I do my best to frown at him even though I want to eat him all up. “Are you allowed to draw on walls, Kaden?”
My boy makes a show of biting his lip and looking away, his cheeks turning pink.
“I’m waiting,” I prompt.
“No,” Kade mutters, keeping his eyes downcast.
“So,” I prod, “why did you choose to draw on Daddy’s office wall? Was that the sort of thing good boys do?”
“Da paper wasn’t big enough,” he argues petulantly, and it’s all I can do to keep a smile off my face. “An’ I wasbored.”
“We talked about this earlier, didn’t we?”
Kade’s blonde hair flops into his forehead as he nods, but he’s still refusing to look at me.
“Look at me, Kaden.” He complies with reluctance. I tilt my head to acknowledge that he did as he was asked. I still just want to scoop him into my arms and cuddle him, but he was clear about what he needed from tonight, and I’m going to deliver. With his blue eyes on mine, I gesture to his artwork - bright pink and purple scribbles on the otherwise pristine cream wall. “What did I say would happen if you continued to misbehave?”
Shaking his head, he refuses to answer.
“Kaden, don’t make this worse for yourself.”
There’s an undeniable flash of heat in his gaze before he responds to me, playing the scene out just like we discussed it, “Daddy spanks naughty boys.”
“He sure does,” I agree. “And this was very naughty, wasn’t it?”
“It’s pretty,” he protests, still sounding sulky.
God, he’s too cute when he’s bratty.
“That’s it,” I tell him, unwilling to draw this out any further. “Up. Go wait in front of the couch.”
Kade pushes to his feet and makes all the appropriate protests one might expect from a four-year-old about to be punished, but he trudges over to the couch dutifully anyway. I follow and sit down on the leather surface.
“Pants down,” I instruct, and he hesitates for only a second before he does as asked.
I have to swallow at the evidence of how excited he already is at the prospect of what’s about to happen. He’s not completely hard but well on the way, and I have to fight the urge to wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him.
Planting my feet, I spread my thighs a little further than strictly necessary and pat my right one. It’s only as Kade positions himself, his hardening dick a hot brand on the outside of my thigh, that I consider the fact that I’m still wearing my business pants and this is going to become both messy and uncomfortable for me.
