Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Boyd waited until I was settled into position with my lunch box on my lap as I did my best to ignore the way his legs were touching me before he spoke. “I think part of that is because you’re a natural sub who likes making people happy. You found a job where all you do is help people explore your favorite things.”
He wasn’t wrong about that part.
“But…but I think part of it is you.” I didn’t want him to think it was all instinct. “You…you were interesting from the first moment we met.”
I could feel my face heating up again and the way his hand came up to rub my back wasn’t helping.
“I was drawn to you too.” His hand was warm and solid and stayed high on my back, unfortunately. “I kept trying to picture what you would look like when you were little and how you’d look kneeling for me. I probably shouldn’t have, but you are very tempting.”
I’d never tempted anyone.
I wasn’t so stupid I thought I was homely, but just because I was attractive didn’t mean people thought about me like that.
I’d never sparked wicked thoughts in anyone.
“But we’re not talking about tempting things today.” Boyd shook his head like he was trying to get out the naughty things. “This is sweet and cuddly and Daddy-thoughts time.”
He was so cute.
But he was very set on everything staying sweet, or maybe innocent would’ve been a better word, because he reached for my lunch box, stopping just before he touched it. “May I?”
“Yes.” He’d see everything sooner or later. “I know you won’t find my things silly but that doesn’t mean it’s easy.”
The hand on my back came up to stroke over my head. “You’re right. It’s not easy to share special parts of yourself, and I won’t find what you like silly in the way you’re picturing. I’m probably going to find it adorable, though, and I’m definitely going to want to kiss your cheek.”
My face would never go back to the right color if he kept saying things like that.
As he chuckled, I squirmed and wished I was as smooth as he was. “I like my lunch box.”
Ugh.
That hadn’t been what I was going to say, but he nodded like I’d said something brilliant, making me feel better. “I think it’s cute and perfect for you.”
Because he thought I was little.
“I…I like everything cut up. I think that makes it more fun.” My random chatter had him nodding and stroking his hand over my back again. “You’d…you wouldn’t think that was silly.”
“That’s correct.” He watched as I ate another cucumber since my crackers were sadly all gone. “I’d love to be the one to cut your food up for you and I can see making your lunch too…once we’re at the making lunch level of dating, though. I won’t rush you.”
His levels of dating seemed to be different than the last few guys I’d gone out with. But it’d also been a thousand years since I’d gotten serious with anyone, so the confusion might’ve been mine.
Maybe it was some online thing?
“I…I won’t mind telling you about what I like for lunch once we’ve spent more time together. I’ll get confident about that stuff eventually.” I was questioning how that’d come out when Boyd ran his hand over my head again and smiled.
“Thank you.” The look on his face made me feel like he was thinking about that kissing my head comment he’d made. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.”
He seemed so earnest that some of my worries started to feel silly even though they’d seemed very reasonable only a few minutes earlier. “Me too.”
Very smooth.
Realizing that I wasn’t going to get anywhere with my words, I decided it was time to try a different angle.
My applesauce.
Telling myself I could do it, I set the box on the floor on the other side of his leg and unstacked the layers. When I got to the bottom one, I tried to look very relaxed as I showed him the applesauce pack because I was pretty sure that wasn’t something I was supposed to get worked up about.
The tiny dragons whirling around in my stomach didn’t seem to understand that, though.
I’d have probably had a heart attack if Boyd had said something even remotely teasing, but he was the smartest man I’d ever met and just took the squishy pack from me. “The cinnamon ones are Kenzie’s favorite. He says they taste like dessert, but I think that’s because he sticks extra sugar in them or something.”
I could see Kenzie doing that and found myself laughing quietly.
As Boyd opened it, he confidently wrapped his arm around me and snuggled me against his chest. “He ate nothing but dessert until his Daddy showed up. But you’ve done a wonderful job of picking out foods that you like and that have nutritional value.”