Page 15 of A Little Cinny Latte

My heart fucking soars.

I kiss the top of Riley’s head. “Oh, my brave boy. I want that too. More than you can ever imagine.”

Riley’s pretty brown eyes sparkle with unshed tears.

“Dear lord, please tell me those are happy tears.”

His head bounces eagerly. “They are.”

With a grin, he reaches for my hand and tugs me through the door marked ‘Employee’s Only.’ I follow him into a small room I assume is his office, before he shoves me into a chair and straddles my hips.

Suddenly, his lips are on mine. It isn’t a quick peck like I was expecting, no. This kiss is desperate and needy. It’s somethingso sensual that it has us both melting against each other and groaning. Riley tastes like caramel and coffee, and I can’t get enough.

I deepen the kiss, and his lips part easily. By the time I pull away, we are both panting and hard.

“As much as I want to continue this, baby boy, I think someone will come searching for us soon.” I give his cute little bubble butt a quick spank. “And now that you’re officially my boy, I don’t want anyone seeing you like this.”

I reach for a clean tissue on his desk and make a show of patting his wet lips dry. Riley giggles and squirms against me. “Boy,” I growl, which only causes him to giggle again.

I narrow my eyes and give him my stern Daddy look.

“Okay,” he says breathlessly. “I’ll be good.”

I smile and place a soft peck on his lips. “Good boy.”

He shivers and laughs at the praise. “No fair!”

“Now, get back to work, baby.” I chuckle. “Call me when you’re safe at home and cuddled up under your blanky I gave you. Okay?”

Riley’s head bobs in that adorable way of his. “Yes, Daddy.”

The rest of my night speeds by. Feeling inspired, I start working on the spanking bench as thoughts of Riley smiling over at me filter through my mind. The way he batted his lashes from behind his mug, or the way he lit up when we talked about Cinny Latte and his baking.

Even though today wasn’t an official date, it sure felt like one. And it was the best date I’ve ever had. I didn’t want to leave his café, but I knew I had to stop distracting him while he was at work. We planned on seeing each other again tomorrow, and I had the perfect date in mind. I’m going to spoil my boy.

My boyfriend.

And there are those damn butterflies again, swirling happily in my stomach and reversing time like I’m some teenager experiencing his first crush.

Someone once said that Daddies aren’t supposed to feel this way. They’re always cool, calm, and collected, in control of their emotions. Well, they’re morons, the lot of them. If falling for Riley has me feeling this way, then I’m all for it.

I stride into my new bathroom and start up the water so it can get hot. After working on that bench for so long, I’m smelling ripe and in desperate need of a shower. I tug my clothes off and step under the warm spray as it heats.

Lathering up my washcloth with soap, I take my time gliding the material over my skin, until I feel that telltale tingle in my balls, and my dick grows hard. I lean against the tile wall and remember the way Riley squirmed on my lap. The way he wiggled and happily bounced against my erection while we made out.

Fuck, the boy really knew how to kiss.

I stroke myself to thoughts of Riley hard and begging for me to take care of him. It doesn’t take long for me to come to the naughty image of my boy horny and moaning in desperation.

After I finish cleaning up, I walk into my bedroom and check my phone. There’s a missed call from Riley, and I curse myself for taking too long in the shower. Tapping on the adorable photo of him in the apron I got him, I call him back.

“Santa Daddy!” Riley squeals into the phone. “I missed you.”

My heart fills with warmth when I hear the child-like glee in his voice. “Baby boy, are you little right now?”

Riley giggles. “I little, Daddy!”

Damn, I wish I was there with him.

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