He hands me a bowl of ice cream and sits down on the couch next to me with a bowl of his own.
"Thank you, Daddy," I say.
Daddy.
That's twice.
Why does it feel so damned sexy? I guess it has to do with so many girls these days calling their men that way.
I'm wearing a long pajama shirt that comes down past my knees. He doesn't know I don't have anything on underneath it.
Nonetheless, I think long shirts like that are sexy just because of how a guy never knows how much, if anything, is underneath them.
I scoot closer on the couch and lean against his shoulder. "I think I know a lot more about what you've done for me," I say.
Of course, I'm really scooting close to see if he's still thinking about my naked body. Any reaction will be a lot harder to hide in those pajama bottoms.
