Page 32 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Rowan

I rest my forehead against Rowan’s and sigh. “Hold that thought, boy.”

He stays exactly where he is, lips damp and kiss swollen, while I answer the door. It’s a member of staff returning my dry cleaning, which is impressively fast. I give her a tip, close the door, and hang the dry-cleaning bags in the wardrobe.

“Did they get them clean, Daddy?” Rowan asks.

I unzip the first bag to check the costume, which is pristinely clean, and then check the jumper, which also no longer has any of the stains from our night in the car.

“Yes.”

“You could put the costume back on, Daddy,” he says with a sultry flutter of his lashes.

“And why would I do that, boy?”

“Because then you could fuck me while saying ‘bah humbug’.”

I stare at him, blinking slowly. “Are you serious?”

He shrugs. “Maybe. I do want to hear you say ‘bah humbug’ in your grumpiest Scrooge voice, though.”

I walk over to him, put my hands on his hips, pull him against me, and say, “Bah humbug,” in the deepest, gravelly, most annoyed voice I can muster.

He shivers. “So sexy.”

“Really?”

“Fuck, yes. Say it again.”

I repeat it, somehow making my voice deeper, almost a growl.

He loops his arms around my neck and strokes my nape. “You’re turning me on, Daddy.”

I say it again and walk him towards the bed, stopping when his legs come into contact with the edge of it.

“If I’m Scrooge, who are you?”

“Bob Cratchitt. We’ll pretend he doesn’t have a family.”

“Cheating isn’t sexy.”

“Not at all. So this is an alternate reality, where you’ve worked him so hard, he hasn’t had a chance to meet Emily, let alone have children with her.”

“And what’s going to happen in this alternate reality?”

I’ve never done sexy roleplay before, but I have to admit I’m enjoying this. Or maybe I'm enjoying the needy, almost desperate quiver in Rowan’s voice.

“Hopefully, Scrooge is going to fuck Bob senseless.”

“And why would he do that?”

“A Christmas present?”

“Bah humbug! Scrooge doesn’t believe in Christmas, let alone Christmas presents.”

“Oh, true. Well, maybe he just fancies a shag, and Bob is ready and willing. It’s cold at work because Scrooge doesn’t want to spend money on logs for the fire.” He licks his lips. His breathing is fast and shallow. “Sex will warm him up.”

I chuckle and kiss him. “You have a very overactive imagination, boy. You didn’t mention roleplay when you told me your kinks.”

“I’ve never done it before.”