14

“Hey, daddy,” Moonbeam kisses him on the lips when she walked into his office.

“Hey, pretty,” he murmured against her lips, pulling her close.

“You smell nice,” she told him, sniffing him and smiling in approval.

“And you taste like chocolates,” Zayed said.

“Guilty. I’ve been eating lots and lots of it. Suddenly developed this craving and I can’t stop it,” she said, taking the chair in front of his desk.

“Well, you have enough sugar to keep you going. Adding chocolate increases your risk of diabetes,” Zayed told her.

She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head.

“Oh? Where is the sugar coming from?

“Me,” he pointed at himself. “I’m enough sugar to give you the sugar high you need.”

Moonbeam stood up and walked around to stand behind him.  Bending, she wrapped her hands around his shoulder and slid them down his neck.

“But I