He looked up at me, sly smile on his face. “Baaaaaby.”
I giggled and ran my fingers through his hair. He sat on the floor beneath me as I sat on the couch, laptop open and wobbling on my knee as I leaned towards him. He had his legs crossed, one hand on his own laptop that sat on the coffee table, the other hand on my calf.
“I’m so fucking bored.”
He nodded, squeezing my calf lightly. “Me too. We both have a lot to do today.”
“We’ve been doing things for so long already.”
“It’s been an hour, love.”
I sighed, playing with his hair. “Longest hour of my life.”
He laughed, turning his focus back to his laptop. “Do you want to take a break in...maybe an hour?”
“A whole hour?”
I rolled my eyes and situated myself back into an upright position, pulling my fingers from his hair and pulling my laptop into place. “You’re boring.”
It was a whisper, and before I even said it I could feel my heart beating faster. I didn’t take my eyes from my screen but I could sense him staring at me.
“What did you just say?”
His voice was an octave lower than it was before, the playfulness gone.
“Nothing,” I whispered, not making eye contact.
“Excuse me.” In a second he was standing, pulling my laptop off of me and setting it down on the table next to his. He moved so he was standing in front of me, our knees touching. “Tell me what you said.”
I looked up at him, his eyes dark and full of something I couldn’t place. Anger? Lust? I hoped for both.
“I’m just bored, Harry.”
“That’s not what you said, you said I was boring.”
I looked down, but he reached out and grasped my chin, pulling it up towards him to meet my eyes.
“Isn’t that what you said, baby?”
I nodded, swallowing hard.
“Hmmm.” He stroked my cheek lightly with the back of his fingers, his eyes never leaving mine. “Sounds like we’re not going to get much work done today after all.”
My chest tightened with anticipation at his words. I nodded again.
“Use your words, baby. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To get out of work?”
I blinked a few times. “Just want to play with you, Daddy.”
His fingers stopped and his face hardened, his jaw tightening.
“My baby wants to play, huh?”
I nodded again. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
He grinned, moving his hand to the back of my head and threading his fingers through my hair. He leaned down so his face was slightly above mine, but I could feel his hot breath as he spoke.
“Well you’re lucky, because Daddy wants to play too.”