Greyson appeared in the open doorway to my bedroom just a minute later, looking positively scrumptious in his reading glasses, fitted white t-shirt, and dark grey sweatpants.
“Hi, Daddy,” I purred from where I was still stretched out across my bed.
He chuckled, walking into the room. “Hi, baby.” He stopped at the edge of the mattress near my socked feet, gazing down at me. “Did you need something?”
“I was bored,” I said, my voice a little too sweet.
Grey laughed indulgently, leaning forward and placing his hands on the bed on either side of my calves. “Oh, we can’t have that, can we, baby boy?”
My face split into a smile, and I giggled. “Can you take me to your office? I’ll be on my best behavior.” I batted my lashes at him, knowing it was near impossible for him to ever say no to that.
“I have a call in a few minutes, princess.”
“I can be quiet,” I promised, teeth grazing my lip. Grey’s eyes were drawn immediately to the movement.
He sighed, hands coming up to teasingly trace up and down my bare thighs. “Such a little succubus. Alright, but I’ll have to punish you if you don’t keep your promise. And I mean a real punishment, not a funishment—got it?”
“I understand, Daddy.”
“What do you have on under those slutty little shorts, baby?” he asked, hands climbing higher. Soon, his fingers slipped under the admittedly short grey French Terry shorts I had on. They were loose enough that he could slide them up far enough to peek at the edges of my underwear.
“The new baby blue set,” I murmured, trying to stay still for his perusal.
His honey-brown eyes flicked up to my face. “Are you wearing the top, too?”
I gave him a small nod, then slid one of the straps of my cropped tank top down so he could see the silky blue bralette underneath.
His pupils blew out, which caused my cock to throb in response.
“Daddy…”
“My pretty princess,” he cooed, making me whine. “You wanna be Daddy’s assistant, hm?”
I lifted myself up and scooted closer to him. “Yes, please,” I said softly.
Greyson’s gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, hungry in that way that always made my stomach flutter.
Then he straightened with a quiet huff of amusement. “Well,” he said, voice low and fond, “if you’re going to be my assistant, we should probably put you where assistants belong.”
Before I could ask what he meant, his hands slid beneath my thighs and back. In one smooth motion, he lifted me right off the bed.
I squealed softly, automatically wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Daddy!” I laughed.
“You asked,” he reminded me, sounding entirely unapologetic as he adjusted me easily against his chest. Greyson carried me like I weighed nothing at all, his thick arms secure and warm beneath me. My cheek pressed against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, and I breathed in his scent—clean soap, expensive cologne, and something that was just… him.My Daddy.
Chloe opened one eye from the bed as we left.
“Guard the princess tower,” I told her solemnly.
She blinked slowly and went back to sleep.
Greyson chuckled under his breath as he carried me down the hall and across the wide living space of our apartment. The afternoon light streamed through the massive windows overlooking the city, turning his hair gold.
When we reached his office, he nudged the door open with his shoulder.
His desk was on the left side of the room, facing the rest of the space. Two monitors glowed softly, already waiting for his upcoming call.
