Page 42 of For Fake's Sake and other stories

I catch up with him as he enters and Mollie welcomes him. “He’s not here tonight, sir.”

“I know. It’s okay.” He gives her a dazzling smile.

“Oh, right.” She frowns, then gathers herself. “Table for one, sir?”

“No, thank you. Tonight, it’s a table for two.” He holds out his hand for me.

Mollie lets out a little happy squeal. “Spencer! I knew it. You two are made for each other.”

She leads us to a table near the window and leaves us with our menus. Carl gallantly pulls back my chair, kisses me on the top of my head, and takes his seat. “So tell me. What’s new on the menu tonight?”

“That would be me, sir. If you’d like to try me.” I love how his eyes darken, then gleam as he thinks of his reply.

“Every inch of you,” he says, his voice thick with desire and promise.

Unable to find my voice, I pick up the menu and peruse it as if I don’t know what’s on it.

I expected a quick main course and then to be dragged off to his apartment, but Carl insists on a proper meal. It’s our first date, and he treats me like I’m his prized possession.

“Are you ready to leave?” He places his coffee cup on the saucer.

I nod and wait by the door while Carl settles the bill. I don’t want to talk to Mollie now. She’ll pester me to fill her in on all the details when I see her next.

Carl takes my hand and opens the door.

“Your place or mine?” he asks when we’re back in his car.

“Yours, please, Daddy.”

Having Spencer back in my place settles me. I haven’t felt comfortable since he ended our relationship. He’s changed. The sassy twink has gone, and he has become a grown-up man who has more things on his mind than how quickly he can be naked.

He looks out the glass wall into the night. I step behind him and place my hands on his shoulders. “What’s going through your head, little one?” I drop a kiss on his neck, and he shudders.

He catches my eyes in our reflections. “How hard it was to let you go. We could’ve had something special, but I let my fear of being someone you were embarrassed of take over any rational thoughts. And it stopped me from talking to you about it. We’ve missed time together because of it, and I’m sorry.”

I turn him around and smile when he rests his hands on my hips. “Saying it doesn’t matter won’t make us feel any better, because it did matter. It hurts both of us, and I hope we now realise how important it is to talk to each other. I want to know your fears, Spencer. I want to be able to tell you the things that worry me. We will encounter some negativity. People will always question our age difference, for instance. But if we can discuss and work through our concerns, I can only see us getting happier. Don’t you think I don’t care what your family will say, what they will think of me? But until we tell them, we’ll neverknow their reaction. But whatever it is, it won’t stop me from wanting you, for wanting us.”

Spencer has paled a little, and he swallows hard. “I’m not planning to tell them about us yet, Daddy. And before you pull a face, it’s not because I’m ashamed or worried but because it’s new. I want it to be just us for a little while. Once they meet you, they’re going to want to know everything about you, and I’ll have to share you.”

“I can’t wait to meet them, little one. Right now, though, I would like to get reacquainted. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Then take me to your bed, Daddy.” He kisses my chin and takes my hand.

This time will be different. The passion will still be there, but the urgency has gone. Replaced by a slow burn, a need to slowly explore Spencer’s incredible body.

“Can I have a shower?” he asks as we step into my room.

“Can I share it with you?”

He shuffles his feet, biting his lip. “Yes, I’d like that.”

I lift the hem of his T-shirt and pull it over his head. “I want you so much, little one.”

“This is very different, Daddy. I don’t know why I feel nervous, but I do.”

“It is different. It’s so much more.” I run my hands down his bare back. “Why don’t you let me take control? I’ll make it so good for you.”

When Spencer nods, I pop a kiss on his nose and kneel to remove his shoes and socks. Next, I undo the button of his jeans and unzip the fly. His swollen cock presses against his tight boxers. “Not commando today, boy?” I cock an eyebrow.

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