“You don’t have to cook for me,” Corey argued. “I can pick something up on my way home.”
“I’m well aware I don’thaveto make you breakfast but I want to.” I stood at the edge of the bed,
hands on my hips as I glared down at him. “One of the first things you need to learn is that I will do
whatever I damn well want when it comes to making sure you are happy and healthy. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He pursed his lips together, likely trying to hide a snarky comeback. I cupped his
cheek, bending down to kiss him. “Good boy. While I’m figuring out what I have in the house to eat, I
want you to grab a quick shower.”
“It would be more fun if you showered with me.” Any other day, yes, but I was trying to behave,
dammit. I narrowed my eyes. “Fine. You’re no fun.”
I crossed the room, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and tossing them on the end of the bed. “Since
you disobeyed me last night and made a mess in your underwear, you will have to go without today.
As for not being fun, keep pushing your luck and you’ll see just how unfun I can be.”
Corey squirmed and I didn’t miss the way his erection tented the thin sheet.
“I hope you had fun last night because you won’t be allowed to come today,” I warned him.
“I didn’t mean to,” he protested. I quirked an eyebrow when he reached for his dick. He retreated,
fisting his hands in the sheets. “You know that’s a rule I’m probably going to break a lot, right? I
probably would have come even if I hadn’t touched myself.”
“Then it’s about time you learn some control. Stay there until I head to the kitchen, and then get up
to take your shower. We’re wasting time.”
Corey swallowed hard as if it had just dawned on him that we were on a deadline. His face
paled. Someday, he was going to explain what that was all about because I’d seen the way he lit up
when he talked about his daughter. This sure as hell wasn’t about her.
I couldn’t help myself. I sat on the edge of the bed and covered his hand with mine. “It’s okay,
sweetheart. We will make the best of whatever time we're able to get together,” I promised him.
“I know.” He rolled to his side. His bottom lip stuck out as he let out a frustrated huff. “I just wish
things were different.”
“No, you don’t,” I corrected them. “Everything that you’ve been through before has led you to this
very moment. There’s no way of knowing if you would have taken the bartending job if you weren’t
trying to support yourself and your daughter. Now, are you going to trust that Daddy knows best or do
you plan on sitting here stewing about it, wasting the precious little time we have together?”
