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“I think you found your spark again.” He nods towards Trevor. “But I still don’t want to see you at the office until your vacation is officially over.”
“It’s going to be hard going back,” I admit. “I don’t want to be so far away from him.”
“It’s only an hour.” Kevin smiles. “But if you want to be closer to him, I wouldn’t reject the idea of opening another office. Or you could work remotely. We’ll make everything work out, but I don’t think you can take that boy away from this place.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Thanks for the invite. Now you need to go feed your man and tuck him into bed.”
“That’s the plan.” I wave for Trevor, who skips right into my arms.
“Thank you, Daddy. Today was amazing.”
“Lets grab some food, then how do you feel about staying with me tonight? I’m not ready to let you go.”
“Sounds perfect.” Trevor waves to Maddie and Penny. Bel and Yuri are already gone. It really was a perfect day.
27
TREVOR
For the last week,I’ve spent every night with Andy. We always shower separately, then crawl into bed and pass out after whatever activity we’d done that day. The end of his vacation is inching closer and closer, which makes me sad. Today he just wants to cuddle and maybe do a scene, which I’m all too happy to do.
But this morning I wake in Andy’s arms with morning wood. My cheeks burn, but my brain doesn’t panic like it normally would.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Andy kisses my forehead.
I nibble my bottom lip. “Would you…” My heart pounds, not in fear like usual, but excitement. “Andy.” I kiss his cheek. “Lets brush our teeth.” I snort, not wanting to make out with morning breath.
He’s hard too and instead of brushing our teeth, we both swish mouthwash. I tackle him when we’re back in the bedroom, making him let out a grunt. I drop little kisses all over his face. He’s been so patient with me.
“I think I’m ready to try stuff.” I drop my head to his chest. “Sorry, that sounds silly. I’m so hard and…” I meet his eyes. “Itrust you. I know you’re not going to hurt me. You’ll stop if I tell you to. I want to know what pleasure not of my own creation feels like.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” His eyes are glossy with tears. “I don’t want you to think I need this. I’m happy?—”
I steal his words with kisses. “I know you’d never ask. Iwantthis. I want to try.”
He nods, hands slide up my sides, and he flips us so I’m on my back. “If I do anything. Anything you don’t like, stop me.”
“Promise,” I breathe out.
His hands fist the bottom of my shirt and lift it over my head. I help him out of his. The way his skin feels beneath my palms makes my dick harder. His lips ghost over my pecs as he kisses up my body. My back arches. He hasn’t even touched my dick and I want more.
“Don’t stop.”
“Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”
He nibbles on my jaw. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, if anything, and writhe with each caress of his fingers against my heated skin. I untie my sleep pants, but he bats my hands away when I try to pull them off.
“Let me.” Andy drops to his knees and presses his face right into my groin, breathing in. “Fuck.”
My hands fist his hair. My toes curl. He’s so close and my brain isn’t panicking. “More,” I whisper.
His hands wrap around my waistband and tugs so slowly I want to cry. My cock springs free. His pupils blow wide. I had no idea how hot it would be to have someone on their knees worshiping me with their eyes, but here we are. Andy licks his lips.
“Can I?” He pants. His hands massage my thighs.
I nod. “Please.” I can’t hear anything over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.
