“I need to spend some time with my father,” I told Golden, who made a disagreeable grunt, but nodded his understanding.
“Also not romantic,” he muttered under his breath.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I promised. “Go back to my place and I’ll be home soon. You can take the car.”
“I’m not taking your car.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll call an Uber.”
“Alright.”
Golden finally pushed away from the wall and walked toward me, bending over and making a show of pressing his mouth against mine to kiss me goodbye.
“When I get there…” he started, but I cut him off, nipping at his lower lip with my teeth.
“You can get naked and wait for me to come home.”
“Jesus,” my dad groaned from the other side of the desk.
“And wait,” Golden said softly, the implication there, the ask silent.
“Wait,” I confirmed. “Now go so I can do this and come home.”
Golden straightened, a flush creeping up his neck as the toy inside of him no doubt rubbed along his prostate. He hesitated, just barely, before pulling his phone out of his pocket and pulling up the app to get a ride.
“I’ll go say goodbye to Mrs. Rosetti and see myself out,” he said.
I nodded and shifted my focus to my dad.
“He doesn’t need to say goodbye to you,” I offered, “because you don’t deserve his attention.”
“I don’t know about this mouth of yours,” my dad started to say, but the glare I shot at him had him snapping his mouth closed.
“No.” I waved my finger side to side and shook my head. “The time for that is over. You are either going to tell me what I need to know to take this responsibility off your hands or I’ll figure it out myself, but only one option ends with you alive.”
“You wouldn’t do that to your mama.”
“She’d thank me,” I spat. “But we aren’t talking about her. You tell me what I need to know so I can go home and forget about you.”
My dad sighed, and then he told me everything I needed to know.
It took longer than I wanted, but I had a better view of the politics within the Molinaro family and how they aligned and fought against us, which would help Golden and I play our hand in the long term. But I’d deal with all of that in the morning.
It was nearly one a.m. by the time I unlocked my front door. All of the lights were off and I expected to find Golden tucked between the sheets, snoring away, so I wasn’t in a rush to get into the bedroom. I poured myself a glass of water from the tap and downed it in one swallow. On the way down the hallway, I stripped out of my clothes, leaving them discarded in my wake. I slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Leaving the light off, I turned the water as hot as it would go and I climbed under the spray. It didn’t take long to adjust to the temperature, and I waited it out until the water dipped closer to body temperature.
I dried off and padded into the bedroom, again not turning on the light. My eyes were attuned to the dark, though, and I realized the bed was undisturbed, the sheets smooth, the pillows round. My first thought was Golden hadn’t made it home. Something had happened to him, someone had gotten him, but there was movement in the corner of my eye and then I saw him.
Golden.
In my bedroom on his knees, tucked into the corner with his palms turned upward on his thighs and a thick erection pointing toward the ceiling.
“Have you been there this whole time?” I asked, my own cock shifting position.
“You told me to get naked and wait,” he said, clearing his throat, “Sir.”
I fought the way my eyes wanted to roll back in my head. His voice, his posture, his fucking obedience.
“It’s been hours.”
Golden looked up at me, his eyes heavy with sleep, but bright from his want.
