Page 33 of Like the Season
“Thanks.” He slipped it into his pocket. “I’ll cook dinner tonight.”
He couldn’t interpret her expression even though he sensed she wanted to say something.
Finally, she did. “I really appreciate you giving me a second chance. I know I didn’t make a good first impression that night when I dropped this on you. I think Mom probably would have been ashamed of me for how I acted that night. I’m sorry.”
“In the past,” he assured her. “Forgiven, forgotten.” He hugged her. “I’m not complaining because now you’re stuck with me.”
She snorted. “You might regret that.”
“Never. I have many regrets, but you walking into my life is not one of them.”
Once she was out the door, he brewed a pot of coffee and sent Caleb a text.
Call me when you have a moment alone.
Five minutes later, as he was sitting on the couch and blissfully sipping his first mug of brew, his phone rang.
“Good morning, Sir.”
Boyd closed his eyes and brought Caleb’s face to mind. “Miss you.”
“Miss you, too, Sir. How’s it going?”
Boyd updated him on the voice mail from Rick. “I suspect today will be interesting for her at work.”
“You’re dying to go there anyway, aren’t you?”
“Duh.” He sipped his coffee. “What I want to do is go punch this fucker.”
“You can’t do that, Sir.”
“Oh, but I can. I think you mean Ishouldn’t.”
Caleb laughed at the familiar line. “What’s on the agenda for today besides trying to stay out of jail?”
“I’m going to try to get some work done. Hopefully keep the worst of my e-mail contained.” He set his mug on the coffee table. “Part of me is tempted to jerk off right now with you listening and unable to do anything except get hard and picture me doing it.”
An adorable little squeak made it over the line. “That’s mean,” Caleb whispered.
“No, mean would be me taking pictures of myself jerking off and texting them to you while requiring you lock a chastity cage on yourself and send me pictures as proof, then randomly texting you to go into the bathroom and text me pictures as proof you still have it on.”
Another squeak, making Boyd smile. “That’s just cruel, Sir,” he whispered, but his tone told Boyd he wouldn’t say no.
Except Boyd wasn’t that sadistic. He didn’t want to totally bork Caleb’s concentration for the day. “Yes, it is. Which is why you should consider it a viable threat I’ll hold in reserve for special occasions that warrant it.” He chuckled. “But for now, I’ll let you get going. I’m sure you need to head to the bathroom to adjust yourself so you can return to work.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, and boy?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“No more masturbating. I’m going to go rub one out, because I haven’t come since I was with you, and you jerked off Friday night. Next time you come will be with me here on Friday. Understand?”
Definitely a squeak. “Yes, Sir,” he breathily replied.
“Good boy. Love you.”
“Love you, too, Sir.”
