Daddy: miss you too baby. madly.
My thumb hovered, then moved again before I could think better of it.
Archie: i just
Archie: i keep thinking about yesterday
The typing bubble paused this time.
Then—
Daddy: Tell me what you’re thinking about, Rabbit.
My head tipped back against the door, eyes closing for a second as I exhaled slowly through my nose.
Archie: your office
Archie: your chair
Archie: i keep wanting to sit there again
My tongue dragged over my bottom lip.
Archie: on your lap and just curl up
Archie: i miss how warm you are
Archie: you smell good too
Archie: and you kiss like a God.
The response didn’t come immediately this time
My brain filled the silence for him—his hand at the back of my neck, his voice low in my ear, his mouth on mine and his hands…everywhere.
Daddy: just kiss?
My breath stuttered.
I pressed my head back against the door again, eyes squeezing shut for a second. Behind my zipper, my cocked ached, and I increased the pressure just enough to make my eyes roll.
And then I forced my hand away.
Archibald Christopher Quinn, you’re in your mother’s house for fuck’s sake.
Daddy: you want your daddy, sweetheart?
Archie: very much
Archie: but what about your meeting?
Daddy: fuck the meeting
My fingers hovered over the screen, but I didn’t type again.
Not yet.
If I kept going, I wasn’t walking back out of this bathroom normal.