“What do you say when Daddy lets you come?”
“Thank you, Daddy,” he whispered, voice rough.
Goddamn it, he’s too perfect in bed.Except for his nasty habit of flying off the handle—and blackmailing people—he was actually exemplary everywhere. I should have never fucking done this. My stomach dropped and fell a thousand miles before it sprang back in place. Vane was going to shit a brick. I’d potentially handed Max another thing to dangle over our heads, mine specifically. I rolled to the side and cupped his flushed, damp cheek. Somehow, I couldn’t see him trying to hurt me. That was bad because there was every possibility hewould. I was thinking with my dick. My chest gave an odd flutter and I rubbed it.
He didn’t open his eyes, but he must’ve felt sticky, so I carefully stripped his underwear off. His cock had softened, but wasn’t fully deflated yet, and it was meaty and a tad stubby as it rested against his thigh. He would likely be wide and thick when he was hard, which trembled some excitement through me. He had the kind of cock that would burn and stretch my ass if I ever decided to let him fuck me. I used his underwear to swipe as much of his cum away as I could and then leaned down to kiss his resting cock.
“Boy, I can’t wait to see this.”
“I want that… Daddy. Are you my Daddy?” His question was barely a whisper in the room. “That’s a kinky thing people do, right?”
My heartbeat thundered in my ears.
Still, he didn’t open his eyes.
Warm tingles rushed around through my chest and flipped through my stomach.Fuck.
I said nothing as I folded down the blankets and helped him move enough so that I could pull them over and tuck them around him. He was asleep before I finished adjusting the bedding. I got up and paced around him for a while, staring at his face, free of stress and strain and irritation.
He seemed sweet right now.
The allure of him in my bed was strong enough—and unusual enough—that the urge to curl up beside him made me wary of doing it. I wanted it too much. Wanting a man never worked out well for me because I asked for the world, demanded everything, and no one could really comply with my deepest desires.
It was too much to ask of anyone.
Mindful of his quirks, I unplugged the lamp beside the bed and flipped off the button for the fireplace, even though it would leave the room cold in the early hours. I went to the wardrobe and dragged out an extra blanket, draping it on top of him, stared some more, and then swiped my phone off the nightstand on the way out of my bedroom. I checked my messages out of habit on the way to the guest room I’d given Max earlier—might as well sleep there since it was ready for use—and groaned.
There was a general building alert Mark, the mayor’s assistant, always sent out to everyone when they were necessary. If he wasn’t available, it was my job.
Office closed tomorrow. Ice storms and two feet of snow expected. Travel is not advised.
Hanging my head, I sighed. Just what I fucking needed. I glanced back at my closed bedroom door one last time and forced myself onward to the guest room.
6
Max
Ididn’t know what time it was when I woke feeling dirty and sticky, even though it was obvious JP had cleaned me up, or at least had tried to. With every move I made, I felt the hair on my belly being pulled by cum, and I recoiled in disgust. The times I’d jerked off, I’d been quick to run to the shower and wash it away, and this time should have been the same—except I’d fallen asleep. The memories of what we’d done came rushing back to me and my cheeks grew hot—a common thing around JP, apparently. I’d never met someone who made me feel so off-kilter. It had happened so quickly, and I’d neverexpectedto suck him, of all people, off, but I had, and I didn’t regret a thing.
The air felt chillier than when we’d gone to bed, even though I was nestled in a lump of blankets that made me feel swaddled like a baby. The fireplace was out, long ago switched off by the looks of it, and I wondered where JP had gone. He must have left a while ago.
Rising out of the bed—not the guest bed he’d shown me—I walked through the door of what seemed to be the owner’s room and into the hall toward the bathroom. The house was so quiet I could hear every step I took on the floorboards and cringed at how loud it sounded. The air seemed particularly cold, and I shivered as I went straight for the shower. I took a moment to check the bottles I’d rearranged last night. None of them had been moved again, much to my relief.
After a quick washdown, I used one of the fresh towels hanging on the rack and wrapped the fluffy material around my waist, moving toward the guest room where my duffel bag was. JP wasn’t in that room, either, so I grabbed jeans and a white polo shirt I’d brought with me and slipped them on.
I headed down the stairs and padded to the kitchen as quietly as I could. I found JP sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in one hand and an iPad in the other. He glanced up at me when I entered, the cup halfway to his mouth, and paused.
“Good morning,” he said gently. Had his voice always been that sultry? Low and teasing, in a way that had my stomach doing flip-flops?
I blushed and fought the urge to wring my hands together nervously. “Hello.”
“Have you checked your phone this morning? Mark sent out a mass text message. We had heavy snow last night and the office is closed.” JP finally brought his cup the rest of the way to his mouth and took a sip. “We’ll be staying here for today.”
“Oh?” I’d left my phone in my bag in the guest room and hadn’t checked it since I’d left home. Had Brea tried to call?
JP ignored me, staring at his iPad too intently. I got the message loud and clear. The only other time I’d spent with another man ended the same way, with a little more yelling than what was necessary. The excitement of seeing JP turned to lead in my stomach and I dropped my head, leaving the room with less enthusiasm than when I’d entered. I traced my steps back up the stairs and to the guest room, grabbing my phone as soon as I got there.
Only one message from Mark, nothing from my family.
