“Dom? I thought you said he was a Daddy?”
JP shrugged. “It’s kind of the same thing. Dom is the overarching term, and a Daddy is a Dom that usually has different wants and needs than other Doms. Vic’s been in the community for a long time now. He’s done it all. He’s experienced, and he’s trained boys. I think he’d be a good Daddy for you.”
“If you think so….” I stared at him from underneath my eyelashes, but he wasn’t looking at me. His attention was on the fireplace, his hand curled into a fist on the arm of the couch. I didn’t know how long we stayed in silence before I felt compelled to say something. “He seems very nice. To the point. I like that.”
JP nodded and finally turned to look at me again. “Vic doesn’t mess around. He’s a lot like Vane that way. They both know what they want.”
“How long have you worked for Mr. Elwood?”
He smiled, and I squirmed as a jealous lump formed inside me. There was something akin to love and respect in the way he acted when it came to Mr. Elwood, and a stupid part of me wanted him to feel that way about me, the same way I’d wanted my family to be proud of me.
After a bit, he cleared his throat. “Too long, but Vane is good at his job. He’s a good person, even if he thinks with his dick sometimes.”
“I heard rumors that Jaxson sleeps with people to get better opportunities.”
JP’s eyes narrowed and obviously I’d hit a sore subject. It was too late to backtrack, though. “I don’t know about Jax’s history, but what I do know is that Vane was well aware of his personality when they bothwillinglywent into their relationship. If this is your attempt at belittling Jax—”
“It’s not!” I cut in quickly, but he glared at me.
“Don’t interrupt, boy.”
I ducked my head. “Sorry, Daddy.” The words came out automatically, and even though I’d only learned last night what he was into, they felt right.
JP shook his head. Hell, I was in trouble. He shoved himself to his feet and waved at me to follow him. He didn’t even need to give the instructions. I was on my feet, letting him lead me back up the stairs and toward the playroom. I held my breath when he opened the door, and he froze at the sight of my reorganization. Flushing in embarrassment, I let out a little laugh.
He glanced at me, and I wrapped my arms around my body to stop myself from fleeing back down the stairs.
“You did this.”
It wasn’t a question, but I nodded furiously anyway.
“The toys weren’t grouped. The whips should be with the whips, and the colors should be together.” I rushed past him and pointed at the paddles. “And the sizes. It’s now small to large.”
When I returned my attention to him, his mouth was twisted in an amused smile that had my cheeks burning so hot they should’ve caught fire.
“Uh….” I laughed and scratched the back of my neck. “It’s easy to find what you’re looking for now.”
He raised his brows and stepped closer, backing me up until he had me pressed against the wall behind me, and I swallowed in a combination of fear and pleasure. Need shot through me like hot lava, making my cock twitch and my balls tingle. “Did I give you permission to touch my toys?”
I shook my head frantically, but he seized my chin and shoved me back, flush against the wall. I gasped, and he swallowed it up with the hard press of his mouth.
“I should spank your asscheeks red for doing that without my permission,” he whispered. The conflict flickering in his eyes made me feel slightly better. He clearly wanted me as much as I wanted him, and I didn’t care if I was pushing. I tilted my chin up, almost begging for him to put his mouth on mine again. “But I won’t because we agreed we shouldn’t do this.”
“Why not?” I asked quietly. “It’s a snow day. Anything is possible on a snow day.”
“Not this.” He leaned back, then forward again, and the battle obviously raged inside him. “We work together.”
“So?” I hated how desperate I sounded, but I kept pushing. Ineededhim to kiss me, spank me, whatever the hell he wanted to do with me.
“No.” But he didn’t pull away, and his shoulders stiffened.
I stared at him from beneath lowered eyelashes and licked my lips. “A kiss can’t hurt.”
“Fuck,” he growled, his hold on me tightening.
The fight warred in his gaze, and I wasn’t sure what side would win until he had me drawn into a kiss that made my toes curl in excitement. He devoured me and made me hungry for him, even more than I’d thought was possible.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he mumbled against my lips again.
