“I do! So much!”
“I feel the same way.”
We’re wrapped up in a whirlwind, and I’m enjoying the ride.
“We should do something you like,” I say.
“I like being with you.”
My heart flutters. “You know how to make a boy feel wanted.”
“I do want you, Rowan. So much.” He kisses me hard.
I grip his shoulder and press against him. “Then let’s go back to yours, Daddy. Make the most of your day together.”
“Gladly.”
I take the keys to the McLaren out of my pocket and dangle them in front of him. “Do you want to drive, Daddy?”
“No thanks. I’d scratch it, or worse, crash it.” My life wouldn’t be worth living if I damaged one of Nigel’s precious cars.
I laugh. “I doubt that, Daddy.”
“Besides, I’d rather watch you drive. Your eyes light up beautifully whenever you’re behind the wheel of a nice car.”
“They do?”
“Yes.” He pinches my chin gently and gives me another kiss. “Let’s go home.”
19
DAMON
Every summer, Nigel throws a party for all of Elevated’s staff and their partners. This year is no different. It’s a balmy evening, perfect for a leisurely trip along the Thames. The boat we’re on has two decks and plenty of outdoor space. A DJ keeps things lively, and there’s a plentiful supply of food and drink.
Rowan and I stand on the top deck, the wind rustling our hair as we watch the sights of London drift by. He’s leaning against me, his hand resting on mine on the metal railing. My other arm is around his waist, while I stroke his hip through his jeans. While I’m wearing my customary suit, Rowan is more casually dressed in a white T-shirt, a pale blue overshirt, and stonewashed jeans.
“We’ve been together for six months,” Rowan says.
Everyone has accepted our relationship with ease. I introduced him to my parents; he introduced me to his. We’ve even done a few double dates with Nigel. He plays the field, which I also tended towards before Rowan and I got together. Now, my boy is the only one I can imagine wanting to be with.
“Still happy?” I ask.
Rowan laughs. “Of course, Daddy.” He uses the affectionate term openly, even though workmates surround us.
The joys of owning a sex toy company are that everyone is at the very least sex positive, and most of the employees are also kink positive. I don’t think it took anyone long to clock our dynamic.
“Are you?” he asks.
“Very.” I kiss and nuzzle his neck to prove it.
We’ve got to know each other over the last six months, including how well we fit together. There’s a cosy comfort between us, always. During the quiet moments, when we’re simply snuggling on the sofa after a busy day. When we’re cooking together, we work in tandem to get the job done, rather than against each other. In the bedroom, I’ve discovered every possible way to turn Rowan on. We’ve explored our kinks together, often incorporating toys. I gave him a new one for his birthday and another for mine. He teasingly complained that I shouldn’t be giving him presents onmybirthday, but, as I pointed out, it was a gift for me, too. Most of all, I take care of him, and he brings sunshine and laughter into my life. It’s hard not to smile when he’s around, even when Nigel decides to jet off at the last second again, disrupting my plans and foisting work onto my lap.
“I’ve never been to the Tower of London,” he muses, as the party boat drifts past it.
“Then we should go.”
“Have you ever been?”
