Daddy’s Little Artist – Daddies For Dollars Read Online M.A. Innes

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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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“What did you do?” I laughed as he made an embarrassed groan. “Blush?”

“Yes, and the cheeky pup pretended to wag his tail and asked Lane if I should come to one of the puppy shoots sometime.” Wilder’s confused tone didn’t help me figure out if he liked that idea or not. “Tell me your cutie is worth it.”

“He is.” Besides, Wilder would end up getting some fabulous inspiration for his art from the pups, so I wasn’t going to feel guilty. “He’s the picture of a sexy, distracted artist, but where most of them are asshole drama queens that like making scenes, Camden likes coloring and he has ABC chicken nuggets and he blushes so sweetly.”

Wilder’s soft chuckle said we’d finally reached the point where he wasn’t going to bitch at me again…or bring up my mother. “Fine. I expect details because I have to be able to distract the horde when they come for me.”

They were models not monsters…and I followed enough of their blogs to know that very well.

“You’re such a drama queen. Does Lane realize how ridiculous you are? I should tell him.” Lane needed to know just who he’d fallen for. Yep, one helpful move deserved another.

“No allergies, that I can understand, but you don’t even have foods you don’t like?” I was calling bullshit on that.

Everyone had foods they didn’t like.

“I know I’ll like whatever you bring, Sir.” He was going overboard on the be polite to your date idea.

“Are you going to be disappointed if I don’t bring over okra? It’s slimy, but I know a lot of people love it…oh, and I probably shouldn’t say this given where we live, but I’m not a huge fan of coffee.” I sighed as he giggled. “I know. It’s a secret, though. This whole state would come after me if anyone knew.”

“It’s okay.” The turn the phone call had taken had his little side peeking out. “Well, since you were so brave, I have to share too. That’s the rules. I don’t like slimy things either…and…and I don’t like fish unless it’s fish sticks.”

That did not surprise me.

“I will not bring sushi for lunch then.” His delightful eww sound had me chuckling. “Do I even want to know the logic that lets you enjoy fish sticks but not salmon?”

“Um, probably not?” His slightly confused tone had me picturing him shrugging. “They’re very different. Honest.”

He was right about that…one was a real food and the other was something else entirely.

“Nothing else?” He made several adorable thinking sounds that could’ve been distracted big Camden or cute little Camden.

“I don’t know.”

He was making surprising him with lunch very difficult.

“I’m going to be a very nice Daddy and not drive you crazy by listing off all kinds of fishy foods I could’ve brought, like shrimp salad or salmon filets or crab cakes.” I stopped when he started coughing and I had a feeling my little drama queen had started to gag. “Yep, I’m going to be a good Daddy and stop right there.”

The thud and low umph sound that came from the phone had me picturing him falling onto his oversized couch. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Drama queen.

“You’re welcome.” When I’d started off the conversation, I’d hoped we’d get to sexy teasing at some point, but it didn’t seem like we were going to get there. So, since getting the list of practical questions checked off would be a better use of my time with him right on the edge of either drama or little headspace, I focused on that.

“Are you sure you still want me to hang up the pictures tomorrow? I won’t be upset if you’ve changed your mind. I just want to make sure I have everything I need to get it done if you’re still okay with it.” I also wanted to make sure he remembered that part of our conversation.

Camden fell into the distracted artist category and I wasn’t sure how long the boring everyday bits of life stuck in his head. The comment about having his bills on autopay so he wasn’t sure how he’d bought me had stuck out as hilarious…and a good clue about his flavor of creativity.

“Yes, we talked about that. Yes.” His response made me smile because distracted was much better than dramatic. “I think I should be asking you if you still want to do it. It’s…I mean…is it rude?”

“Since I seem to be auditioning for the part of Daddy in your life, let’s call it a dry run in taking control and seeing if it annoys you.” I was being honest and a bit ridiculous, but he just let out a pleased sound that went right to my dick.

“It won’t. Please take control. I like that.” He didn’t draw any attention to the audition part, but he was helpful and kept talking about the pictures. “I have a lot. I don’t know how to pick which ones should go up. Did I tell you that?”


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