Page 10 of Spoil Me, Daddy
Aaron cleared his throat, refusing to rise to the bait. “I’ve heard feedback from the teachers you’ve worked alongside and seen you working myself, and I’m impressed, Zaire. You do a fantastic job.”
A flush worked its way onto Zaire’s cheeks, and Aaron could see he was trying to withhold a smile, but he could see the sparkle in Zaire’s eyes at the acknowledgement of his ability. “Thank you.”
“Do you enjoy working with children?”
Zaire’s eyebrows lowered. “Of course, I do. I wouldn’t be here, otherwise.”
Aaron tilted his head back and forth. “Not everyone who comes into these jobs do it because they enjoy it. Sometimes they do it because it’s the only thing available to them at the time. I wanted to make sure you were from the first group.”
Crossing his legs and threading his fingers together in his lap, Zaire answered, “I love helping the kids. All children, regardless of who they are, have so much love to give people. Others need to stop and see it for what it is.”
“Which is?” Aaron asked when Zaire didn’t continue.
“Unconditional. Children don’t like you because you give them things, they love you because you are there for them, you spend time with them.”
Aaron smiled, nodding slowly. “I knew you loved children. I wanted to check.”
Zaire snorted. “Check what?”
“Whether you’d be honest with me.” Aaron’s gaze bored into Zaire’s as something passed between them until Aaron cleared his throat again and looked down at his paperwork. “I would like to offer you a position here.”
“Thank you. Can I think about it?”
Aaron raised his eyebrows, surprised by Zaire’s answer. He thought it would be an immediate agreement. “Of course. If you could let me know as soon as you can, I’d appreciate it. If your answer is no, I need to find a suitable replacement.”
“You wouldn’t keep me on under the agency?” Zaire asked.
“Unfortunately, not. Funding only lasts so long, and I have enough for short term agency staff, but in the long run, I need to find a permanent member of staff.”
“Understandable. Could I let you know on Monday?”
“That would be great. You would be a great addition to the school, Zaire.” Aaron smiled at him as he stood, holding out his hand.
Zaire grinned and gripped Aaron’s hand. “I know.”
Aaron narrowed his eyes on Zaire, silently reprimanding him for his egotistical remark, and receiving widened eyes and a dropped gaze from Zaire. Aaron let go of Zaire’s hand, making sure to slide his fingers along Zaire’s palm as they slipped apart.
“Have a good weekend, Zaire.”
Zaire’s gaze locked with his, momentarily. “Thank you, sir.”
Aaron clenched his jaw against the words he wanted to say, mainly, “Those words sound perfect on your lips,” but he refrained…barely.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Aaron had plenty of paperwork to get through, and his head was pounding by the time everyone had gone home. Packing up the things he would take home to do over the weekend, Aaron switched off his computer and left the building, knowing the cleaning crew would lock everything up at the end of the evening.
After the short drive home, Aaron yawned and dropped his bag in his office before heading for the shower. As much as he’d prefer to faceplant on the bed, he had agreed to go to Infinity for Daddy night. Nora wouldn’t be in attendance, but she had arranged for a friend to meet him there, so he wasn’t on his own all night. It was her way of pushing him towards what he wanted without arranging a blind date. The only reason he’d agreed was her friend was a Daddy, too, so Aaron knew they wouldn’t be leaving together; therefore, not a date.
He didn’t hold out much hope because boys were difficult to find at the best of times. But finding one whose needs fit with Aaron’s was almost impossible.
Zaire’s face flitted through his mind, and Aaron remembered what he’d been wearing the first night Aaron had seen him. He had wondered what Zaire had been wearing underneath, and if it was what he thought it was—wished it was.
Aaron’s boy needed to have a love of lace, satin and silk. He loved nothing more than seeing his boy pottering around the house while wearing nothing but lacy underwear, a silk chemise, or even knowing it was underneath their clothing. He needed as close to a twenty-four-seven Daddy and boy relationship, something that was not always possible.
Feeling his body reacting to the visions, Aaron switched the shower on and stepped inside, his cock twitching as the water hit the swollen length. He wet his hair to cool him and gripped his shaft. Knowing it would make his life more difficult when he saw Zaire every day—if he took the job—didn’t stop Aaron from thinking about the guy.
Using the tips of his fingers, he played with his foreskin, rubbing back and forth until his cock was rock hard, then he wrapped his hand around it and stroked to images of Zaire dressed in lace underwear and the tights he had worn the first night. Aaron imagined running his hands underneath the skirt, smoothing his hands over the fabric, turning Zaire and bending him over the stool and flipping the skirt up his back to expose his ass encased in lace and the gap where Aaron’s cock would so rightly fit. As he took Zaire, he would be able to run his hands across the satin fabric and the naked skin of Zaire’s back, feeling the sweat build up there as he pounded into him.
Aaron slapped a hand against the wet tiles, thrusting his hips as his hand gripped his dick firmer. Keeping his hand still, he clenched his ass muscles and snapped his hips repeatedly as he fucked his hand, imagining Zaire was in front of him.
