He didn’t have to ask me what I was thanking him about. Kissing me on the lips again, he tapped me on the nose lightly. “Don’t thank me. Do you like your shower hot?”
I nodded quickly. “Very hot.”
JP laughed and it lit up his face in all the best ways. While he leaned in to start the shower, I peered around the bathroom again, taking in the neatness I’d left behind. The towels even hung exactly how I liked them: folded once lengthways and hooked over the bar. They were clearly clean, but he’d actually taken the time to arrange the bathroom the way I liked it, even though I wasn’t living here.
“Daddy….” I shot a stare at him just as he hummed approval to himself at the water temperature. He cocked his head toward me in question. “Did you mean it when you asked me to move back in? I know we only just started our relationship, but I’d really like to move back in here. Vic isn’t a bad person to live with, he’s considerate, but he’s not you.”
He cupped my face and pressed his forehead against mine. I sighed against him and slipped my eyes closed. “I want you here, too, Max, but this isn’t going to be easy, whatever we choose to do. Technically, I’m your boss. Ross will want to transfer you to another department if our… relationship gets out. Vane won’t be happy, either.”
I worried my tongue across my bottom teeth. “I apologized to Mr. Elwood.”
He kissed my nose. “That doesn’t fix this situation completely, Max. I’m your supervisor.” Sighing, he tugged me toward the shower. “Let’s not think about this right now. Work doesn’t need to know anything. This is very new, and we don’t know if it’ll work out.”
I winced away from him, but he grabbed my chin again and made me look at him.
“Boy, we need to be realistic. Our chemistry is off the charts, but a relationship isn’t all sex. I’m not only a Daddy in the bedroom, I expect my boy to be mine twenty-four seven. You’re new to this, and I don’t think you know what that means.”
“I do,” I said quickly. “Daddy—”
He placed his finger over my mouth, successfully quieting me. “Shh, boy. Listen to me, or I’ll spank your cute butt.”
I darted my tongue out to lick his finger, and surprise flashed over his face. He grinned and smashed his lips against mine, then slammed me against the wall beside the shower. My shoulders thrummed with the pleasant pain and I curled my arms around his neck, drawing him as close to me as I could. His chest was plastered against mine and I was enraptured by the feel of him.
When he broke the kiss, I pouted at him. “Daddy—”
“No, boy. Listen. I’m being realistic here. This is your first time having a Daddy. You can’t say what you will and won’t like, so as hot as the sex is, there’s no telling where this relationship will go. So, we’ll take this slow. No rushing into things, am I clear?”
I nodded, eager to please him.
He ran his fingers across my forehead. “Let’s get you washed.” Yanking back the shower curtain, he winked.
I smiled and stepped over the ledge into the spray, JP not far behind me. The water was the perfect temperature—warm, but not crazy-hot.
“How’s that?” he asked, reaching past me to grab the cloth and bodywash.
“Perfect,” I whispered, unable to tear my gaze away from the way the water sluiced down his tight abs and pecs.
As though he knew what I was looking at, he winked at me and reached around to slap my ass gently. “Turn around.”
I was quick to obey, nearly slipping in the process. He caught me.
“Put your hands against the wall for your Daddy,” JP ordered, and I did exactly that, splaying my hands against the wall and leaning my ass out toward him like I wanted to be fucked.
I was too sore for another round, but then I felt a hand slip down my spine and began to think I really didn’t care how much I ached. He wasn’t going to fuck me, though, instead the washcloth swept over my lower back and up the length of my body, cleaning away the filth of my own sticky cum.
He took his time taking care of me and didn’t just wash my back—he cleaned my legs, my ass, and my chest. My cock was left until last, but even though I was half-hard, there was nothing sexual about the way he cleaned me. When he was done, he washed off the cloth before folding it and putting it back.
My chest squeezed and my stomach melted. “Can I do the same to you, Daddy?”
His eyes squinted as he smiled and nodded. “Yes, boy.”
So I took the cloth from where he’d stored it, dabbed some bodywash on it, and did my own cleaning. I made sure to scrub him thoroughly, wiping the cloth over every inch of his skin. If I enjoyed the exploration of his body, I wasn’t going to admit it. His ass was particularly amazing. It was hard to believe I’d beeninsidehim not long ago.
My cock throbbed at the thought, and I glared at it.Down, boy.
“Are you enjoying that?” he asked over his shoulder, amusement in his voice.
My gaze jumped to his and I flushed again. I nodded, licking my lips nervously. “I like your ass, Daddy.”
