I laughed at that.
“I love you, Crazy,” he said and I smiled.
“I love you, too.”
“Pussy pleasure time?” he asked and I nodded. Hell, I think my vagina even nodded. She’d been painfully sitting through chitchat, while all she wanted was Thatch’s attention.
“Yes, please.”
“Yes, please?” He quirked a brow and I smiled.
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
As it turned out, there was more than one Mother Fluffer this Mother’s Day. But as exciting as the synthetic one was, this one—Thatcher Kelly, the man of my dreams—was indisputably my favorite.
THE END