“What’s up?” He leans back in his chair, smiling as I tell him about our newest hire.
Once I finish, he crooks a finger at me. “Lock the door, baby.”
I do, while he pushes back from his desk and pats his lap.
No need to ask me twice. I quickly round the desk and climb into his lap, where he wraps his arms around me as I kiss him.
“You are a freaking genius, baby boy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
His smile turns evil. “Lucky for you I have to head downstairs in fifteen, or I’d be fucking you right now.”
I throw in a little pouty lip. “Not even a quickie?”
“Sorry, baby. Can’t be late.” He brushes his thumb over my lower lip. “Two and a half months, and we’ll have our first fixed time frame.”
I know what he means.
Four more years. That’s the minimum, once Elliot wins. I’m damn sure not in this for Elliot to lose.
The best I can do right now is lay my head on Leo’s shoulder and hold on to him. “You’d better never run for office, Daddy.”
He snickers. “Never, baby boy. That’s a promise.”
We sit there for a few minutes, just soaking in the contact with each other. Leo’s a stronger man that I am, I suppose. He must be. I was miserable during the time I was gone, and here he’s now been alone three times that and seems to be doing okay.
Holding it together in front of me, at least.
I close my eyes as I bury my face in his hair and deeply inhale.
Thisis what I needed.
I neededHiminside me in some way, his scent filling my lungs even if His cock isn’t filling my ass.
My Daddy.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to beg him to let me convince Elliot to propose and, somehow, I force myself not to ask it.
If I do, I know he’ll say no.
Sometimes, forgiveness is far more valuable than permission. And easier to obtain, too.
“What’s in your head, baby?” He tips me back a little so he can look me in the eyes, his gaze searching mine. “What are you thinking so hard about?”
“You, Daddy. I hate that you’re alone so much.”
That is completely the truth, no mental gymnastics required.
Not a one.
His gaze softens. “I’m all right. As long as you’re taking care of the pet, that’s what matters to me.”
“But then we can’t take care of you.”
“You don’t have to take care of me. You’re doing what Ineedyou to do. I need you to take care of the pet for me. You keep being Daddy’s good boy and dothat, all right?”
I nuzzle my nose against his. “Yes, Sir.”
