You knock quietly on Chris’ office door, shifting your weight between your feet nervously. Your brows furrow as he doesn't answer, your hand turning the doorknob as you push the door open.

“Didn't I tell you to wait until I came and got you?” He says without even looking up from the computer he's working at, his tone low and frustrated.

“But daddy,” you whine, dragging out the syllables of his title, taking a few steps towards his desk. “I missed you lots.”

“You were also being a bad girl. You know I have to get this work done, and you kept distracting me.” He replies as he spins his chair so he's facing your direction. A crease forms between his brow as he notices you worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.

“What have I told you about that?” He sighs, tugging you closer with his hands on your waist before he's reaching a hand up and freeing your lip with his thumb, swiping the pad gently back and forth along it. His expression is already soft. He's a pushover when it comes to you. Always has been.

He waits for you to say ‘sorry’ before slipping his thumb into your mouth, a shiver running down his spine when you instantly run your tongue along it, sucking it happily. All the blood rushes down south from his brain, leaving him unable to focus on work.

“Guess I could spare some time to give my baby some attention. Would you like that?” You nod around his thumb, and he can barely suppress a groan. You really are going to be the death of him.