Page 79 of The Prodigal Son

“What can I do?” I ask, feeling helpless. I’m not very good at this boyfriend business.

Jensen reclines on his couch and props his phone up on the coffee table. I do the same, so we’re looking at each other again as if we’re in the same bed.

“This,” he whispers.

“This I can do,” I reply.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, fully expecting him to stay quiet and keep his feelings hidden. To my surprise, he answers with vulnerability.

“Do you think I’m a fraud?”

My eyebrows pinch. “Are you serious? No, I don’t think you’re a fraud. Why would you ask that?”

“Because,” he replies with a sigh, running a hand over his face. “I could explain away everything I’ve done up until this point. The hookups, the sex, the…urges. But I’ve never been in a relationship before—not like this.”

“Let me ask you this,” I reply, resting my head on my hand. “Do you think your congregation would lose respect for you if they knew the truth?”

“Some of them, yeah.”

“Then that makes them frauds,” I reply, thinking myself very clever. I smirk at him smugly as he smiles in return.

“Touché.”

“Listen,” I say with a bit more serious tone. “You’re not doing anything wrong, Jensen. You deserve to stand up there as much as anyone else. And you deserve to have a hot boyfriend as much as anyone else.”

He laughs, and the sight of it sends a shot of warmth to my chest. His smile creates creases in his cheeks that make me wish I could reach through this phone just to kiss him once.

“Thanks, Isaac,” he says on a sigh. I’m filled with a sense of pride for doing even just a little to make him feel better.

“You’re welcome, Daddy,” I say, just to get a rise out of him.

He barks out another laugh as he shakes his head. “Isaac, stop it.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Isaac!”

We both laugh for a while, and my cheeks heat with a blush when I see him unable to stop grinning. Then that heat travels downward, causing my cock to twitch. When I wet my lips and roll the bottom one between my teeth, he stops smiling too.

“Isaac,” he whispers.

“Yeah?”

“Are you naked?” he asks with that familiar look of arousal on his face.

I aim the camera downward to reveal the white towel wrapped around my waist. Jensen growls into the phone at the sight, and my body grows tight.

“Get rid of that,” he says in a low, soft command.

Propping the phone on the nightstand so my entire body is within view, I tug the towel open to reveal my half-hard cock resting against my thigh.

Jensen moans again. I look up at the screen to see him biting his knuckle.

“Can I watch you? Will you stroke it for me?” he asks in a low, sultry tone.

“Haven’t you figured it out by now?” I ask as I reach for my cock. Giving it a lazy stroke, I add, “I’ll do anything you want.”

He breathes loudly. “That’s my good boy.”

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