I sighed. “Why areyouhere eating dinner with me? You camehere.”
He stared at me and his jaw ticked. “I don’t know.”
Laughing, I ran a hand over my face. “Neither do I.”
He sat back in his chair and steepled his hands under his chin with a crooked little grin. “And I can’t stand it. I have to ask. How did you fuck an old lady?”
I started laughing and actually kept going, shocked by the question in a way I hadn’t been by anything for a long while. “I….” Gasping, I wiped tears from the corners of my eyes. “I didn’t.”
“And she left you all that money anyway?”
I shrugged. “She liked me. I started out as her house boy, pretty much. Ran her errands and did whatever she wanted. Ella was a lawyer, and then she took over running a trust. She knew I didn’t have family, so she started keeping me later and later. I started sleeping over.”
“But married?”
“Is this going to be a problem?”
“No, I’m just curious.” He brought the tips of his fingers up over his mouth and amusement gleamed in his eyes.
Normally I wouldn’t have answered—I would have told my story for shock value and sailed on to another topic—but tonight… I wanted to share. “It was safe for me at the time. It was a thing to do. I had nothing. I came from nothing. Hell, from dirt. You think this apartment is nice? You should have seen the house I sold on Vert Island after she died. It was comforting to have someone want me around.”
He nodded, and I hoped I hadn’t given him any light bulbs. My gut crumpled at the idea of him hitting up parties on the island to try to meet someone to get into bed with.
“Anyway, I thought maybe… you should know that about me. Since it seems like we’re doing this?”
He stood up, and even though he was sitting beside me already, it was nice to have him step closer. I slid my chair back from the table and he sat on my lap. I immediately held him tight with a strong grip around his waist, and he let out the tiniest moan that reminded me of how fucking hot he’d been when I fucked him over my desk.
“You’re not afraid to do anything, are you?” he asked and stared into my eyes.
“Why should I be?”
He groaned and looked like he wanted to lean in to kiss me, but hesitated, and I fucking loved that. I loved that he wanted me to tell him it was okay. I cupped the back of his head and dragged him in for a kiss.
“Daddy,” he mumbled against my mouth. “I… I want you to….” He squirmed on my lap and the pressure on my cock was incredible.
“Fuck, tell me,” I murmured.
“I want you to fuck me till your cum is trapped deep inside my ass. I want you to fuck me until….” He took a deep breath and frowned like he was thinking. I groaned because it was so fucking adorable. He had some trouble saying dirty words, and that was just right, too.
“You want me to put my spunk in your ass and fill you up so full you’re sloshing and have no choice but to grow a baby for me?”
“How could anything else happen?” He leaned forward and sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “You’re such a fucking man, I wouldn’t have any choice except to get pregnant.”
Those words had me instantly ready to drill him. It was shockingly good to drag him into another kiss. I ran a hand over his stomach, and he rested his fingers on top of mine, holding it against his flat muscles. I lapped my tongue against his and he wriggled on my lap.
“Please,” he panted against my lips.
“What do you need?”
He arched his hips, and I knew, but I played dumb and ignored the delicious hard-on pushing out the front of his pants.
“Do you need me in your ass, Jaxson?”
He laughed and nodded, apparently already past real conversation. I was happy enough with that. With a little urging he stood, and I followed him in a flash, maybe faster. I couldn’t keep my hands off his hips and ducked my head to kiss him again. I was done asking him what he was willing to give and was ready to take what I wanted. I hooked my arm around his middle and guided him toward my bedroom.
“You don’t—I like fucking you. You don’t have to—damn it,” I said, for once tongue-tied.
“I want to,” he whispered back, almost frantic. “I like it. Calling you Daddy. Knowing how much you want to fuck me andwhy. I don’t know that I like all of it as much as you do, but I like the way you look at me. The way you…. The way you fuck me like you might never get a chance to fuck me again.” He swallowed hard after his little confession, and my own throat was strangely tight as I looked at him. “I don’t want this to be the last time.”
