Page 47 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Rowan

“Because it’s been a lovely Christmas Eve. I’ve enjoyed joining you in your traditions.”

“They could be your traditions, too, Daddy.” I spiral my finger over his thigh. “Who knows? Maybe they’ll becomeourtraditions.”

“Maybe.” He kisses me again.

“Anyway, Christmas Eve isn’t over yet.”

“Not quite.”

“Let’s make a new tradition.”

He arches his brow. “Christmas Eve sex?”

I grin. “Kinky Christmas Eve sex.”

15

DAMON

“Morning, Daddy. Happy Christmas.” Rowan’s happy, smiling face gradually comes into focus as I blink myself awake.

“Morning, boy.” I wipe my hand over my face and push myself semi-upright in bed. “What time is it?”

“Seven. I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“It’s fine. How long have you been awake?”

“About two hours.” He’s sitting, with his legs crossed, hands on his knees, occasionally bouncing them excitedly. “I wake up early every Christmas morning. I should have warned you about that, shouldn’t I?”

I smile and stroke his jaw. “It’s fine.”

He leans down and kisses me. “I haven’t had a chance to get you a gift.”

“You are going to give me a gift?”

“I am?” Now he looks confused.

“Yes. You.”

He grins. “Is that a gift, really, when I get something out of it, too?”

I push his hair back. It flops back into place instantly. “It’s the only gift I need and want.”

“Need? Want? I love those words.” He kisses me again.

I wrap my arms around his back, pull him on top of me, and then roll him so I’m on top of him. I take control of the kiss, which I assume he likes, because he hums happily.

“I need you,” I tell him huskily. “I want you.”

He wriggles his hips, brushing his half-hard cock against mine. “I need you, too, Daddy. I want you, too.”

“But first you need to open your Christmas present.”

I roll off him and retrieve his gift from under the bed. I wrapped it after he’d fallen asleep last night. He was sleepy after an intense play session, involving restraints, blindfolds, lots of edging, and arse slapping, giving me plenty of time to make his present look as beautiful as him. I put the gift on his lap.

His eyes light up. He sits upright. “It’s almost too pretty to unwrap, Daddy.”

I chuckle. “Open it, boy.”