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“Uh, uh, uh,” Leo let out soft little sounds as I picked up speed, muffling my own groans in the crook of his neck.

His cock was rubbing against my stomach with every thrust, and I wanted him to come first. “Come for me, baby boy, and Daddy will fill you up.”

Leo cried out when my next thrust caught on his prostate, and I felt his body go stiff. A hot burst of cum splashed between us as his ass gripped me impossibly tighter. I managed to get two more thrusts into his body before I followed him over the edge.

Latching onto his shoulder, I cried out my orgasm as I pumped my cum deep in his body. I wanted to do what I’d said to him before, plug him to keep a piece of me inside of him. The thought had me spilling into him again as we clung to one another’s sweat-slick bodies.

After I cleaned him up and tucked him into my arms to sleep, I felt like something had shifted between us. I knew sex with Leo would be good—everything we’d done before had blown my mind—but this was even better. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we hadn’t only had sex.

With Leo, it felt like I was making love.

Chapter nineteen

Leo

Aweek after my first real date with Isaac, when I ended up staying over until Monday morning, I was waffling on whether it was too soon for giving presents. After one date felt clingy, but it also felt like we’d had a handful of dates over the months we’d known each other.

Was he getting me a gift? I had no clue, but it would help to know.

Dezi was getting a few things from me, because I’d learned her backstory from Isaac. He found her on his doorstep last Christmas Eve, and he’d had to run around to find places open to get her the bare necessities. Dezi deserved all the spoiling she could get.

Which was why I was spending my Friday evening wrapping her presents. I noticed she liked drawing and she also knocked a kid over to get to the building blocks in my classroom, so I got Dezi her own set of blocks and a mess-free coloring pad.

Nacho got bored when I said he couldn’t shake his own presents under the tree to make guesses, but Cam was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. She was scrolling on her phone and not bothering me about my wrapping technique until I heard the clink of her setting the glass down and I looked up.

“Why are you sighing?” Cam asked, pointing at my face. “You have resting concentration face.”

“I do not,” I narrowed my eyes then realized I was just making it worse.

“Do so,” she countered and grinned at me. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Rolling my eyes, I decided to give her something, “Just thinking about these gifts for Dezi.”

“Well, whatever you say,” Cam pretended to concede, picking her wine up again for a drink. When I thought she was going to drop it, she gestured past me with her glass, “Nothing to do with the second pile of gifts behind you?”

“No,” I answered automatically, but then decided she could help. Sighing, again, I pulled the items I’d picked up for Isaac onto my lap. “Is it too soon to exchange gifts?”

Cam sat back and tilted her head, “Is he getting you anything?”

“I don’t know!” I threw my hands up and covered my face, “That’s why I’m stuck.”

“Since you haven’t burst into song, I assume he hasn’t asked you to be his boyfriend?”

“No, but…” I trailed off, because calling Isaac Daddy felt heavier than a boyfriend.

The dynamic held more importance than a fleeting situationship. And when he called me boy? I wanted to sing like Cam said.

“You really like him,” Cam stated, because I was very obvious. “Have you told him that you like him and want more?”

Letting my mind wander to how Isaac treated me the weekend before, as if I was as precious to him as Dezi, I felt my body warm all over. He did both little things and big things to show how much he cared for me, but we hadn’t said the words.

“I think I more than like him,” I admitted, toying with some ribbon I used to decorate Dezi’s presents. “I think I’m falling in love with him.”

“Oh, hermanito,” Cam slipped off the couch to sit beside me, stilling my hand. “You should talk to Isaac before you fall harder. Make sure he’s on the same page.”

“I can’t just show up and say, what? ‘Hi, I like you. Is it weird I got you gifts after only one real date?’ He would laugh at me.”

Cam raised one brow, asking me silently if I really believed Isaac would laugh at me. He and I laughed together every time we talked, but he never belittled me or made me feel judged.

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