Page 43 of Something Unprofessional

Daddy’s hands were on his butt immediately, rubbing and kneading his skin, waking up his nerve endings. “You have two options, tiger. Do you want the traditional one smack per year, or do you want Daddy to decide how many you get?”

Ev hummed, trying to focus. Twenty-four wasn’t really very many. It would be over before Ev knew it, and he didn’t want that. “You decide, Daddy.”

Daddy gave his ass a hard squeeze, making Ev groan. “Good choice.” His hand left Ev’s skin, and a moment later, before Ev could overthink it, came down with asmack.

Heat bloomed, followed by a sting that faded quickly. Daddy gave the other cheek the same treatment, then returned to rubbing and squeezing. Ev sighed happily and settled in. This was gonna be so good.

He was right. Daddy built things up slowly until Ev was squirming and arching, hips searching for more. Then, when Ev thought he was going to have to start begging, Daddy increasedthe rhythm and strength of his smacks, spreading glowing heat through Ev’s whole body. Ev gasped at a hard strike against a sensitive spot, and it turned into something choked and wet. Fuck. It was almost too much. He wanted to squirm away from the painful blows, and at the same time, he didn’t ever want it to stop. It hurt, but he was also so hard he could barely think. “Daddy,” he begged wetly.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Daddy said, his voice warm. It made Ev feel all melty. Daddy was proud of him. His hand came down again, and Ev moaned, clenching at the blankets as his cock twitched and leaked.

Ev lost track of time after that, caught in a swirl of heat and pain and pleasure and Daddy. He was crying, begging. He wanted it to stop, and he wanted it to go on forever. He wanted tocome.

Then he was in Daddy’s lap, Daddy’s hand wrapped around his aching cock and taking him over the edge for the second time that morning. As he came back to earth, a surge of emotion blindsided him.

“Shh,” Daddy said, his arms tight around Ev. “You’re okay, tiger. Just let it out.”

What? Oh. He was crying. Fuck. His brain was so confused. He felt good. Amazing. His ass hurt like hell, and his limbs were tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Daddy’s strong arms were just right, anchoring him in place. Ev did as he was told and cried against Daddy’s chest.

Finally, the tears ran out and were replaced by a nice floaty feeling. Daddy’s skin was damp from Ev’s leaky eyes. Ev licked him then snickered. Salty.

Daddy paused in whatever he’d been saying. Ev hadn’t been paying attention to the words, just the soothing tone. He gripped Ev’s chin and tilted his head back until their eyes met. “What are you doing, tiger?”

Ev smiled at him. “Cleaning up my mess?”

Daddy’s lips twitched. “You’re more in need of that than I am.” He swiped some of the tears off Ev’s cheek with his thumb, then sucked it into his mouth.

Ev laughed at him.

“How does a shower sound?” Daddy asked. It sounded fucking fantastic, as long as he didn’t have to shower alone, which Ev made very clear.

A few minutes later, they were in Daddy’s walk-in shower. It was three times the size of Ev’s—which meant a little bigger than normal. Daddy stayed close, soaping Ev’s skin and making sure he was extra clean in all his nooks and crannies. Ev returned the favor. He offered to return the favor for his two orgasms before breakfast too, but Daddy said they had somewhere to be and there wasn’t time. Then he got Ev in his ticklish spots until he stopped pouting.

Daddy really did have everything planned down to the minute. He told Ev what to wear and hustled him out the door. When they got downstairs, a driver was waiting.

Ev checked his phone in the car. He had a text from Finny wishing him a happy birthday, as well as a series of birthday wishes in the group text with the Split Rock guys. Even Owen had remembered, sending him a “Happy Birthday” at midnight the night before. Ev should check in on his roommate more often. It felt like forever since he’d seen him.

The driver pulled up in front of a restaurant, and Daddy helped him out of the car. He shivered at a sharp gust of wind and tugged his coat tighter. “Breakfast?” he asked, catching sight of white-clothed tables through the large windows of the restaurant.

“Brunch, technically,” Daddy replied, wrapping an arm around Ev and blocking the wind as he hurried him toward the doors.

The blast of warmth when they got inside was a relief. It was bitterly cold out. Ev was fumbling to get his layers of winter gear off as he trailed Daddy to the table, so he didn’t realize right away that they weren’t alone.

His head jerked up at the familiar voice calling, “Happy birthday, Ev!”

“Finny?” he asked, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. But no, his best friend was here, standing next to the table with his own Daddy. Ev rushed forward and threw his arms around Finn. “Oh my god, you liar! You weren’t coming until Friday!”

Finn giggled and hugged him back, his cheeks flushed with happiness. “We wanted to surprise you.”

Ev squeezed him tight. “This is the best surprise ever,” he said before pulling him over to the table. He hung on to Finn’s hand once they were seated, so happy to have his friend close. Daddy and Xavier sat across from them, and he had to admit it was a little funny to have two big Daddies on one side of the table and two twinky boys on the other. If anyone noticed them, they’d be awfully confused about who was there with whom.

Since it was his birthday, Ev needed the biggest stack of chocolate chip pancakes on the planet, with whipped cream and a side of extra bacon. Because everything was better with bacon. Daddy eyed him when he also got a fancy coffee drink that was more chocolate than coffee, but he didn’t say anything.

“Are you trying to end up in a sugar coma?” Finny asked when Ev’s towering plate was set in front of him. Ev didn’t have time to answer. He had work to do!

“Everett,” Daddy said, his stern voice sending a shiver down Ev’s spine like always.

He paused with a big bite of probably delicious chocolaty pancakes halfway to his mouth and looked up. Daddy’s eyes were narrowed, but he seemed more amused than annoyed. “Yes, Daddy?” Ev asked sweetly.

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