It's true that anything he buys right now probably won't fit in a week. And not after he has the babies either.

But still.

Sungki lets his fork clatter to the plate before reaching his hand out to cover Hunter's. And then he summons his best sultry voice, his best bedroom eyes.

"Let me keep it until morning, and I'll drape you in that silk. Daddy."

Yeah. He said it.