“Z, what does that mean to you?” I asked as we headed in the direction of our shared office.
“What?” he asked and hooked a thumb toward the break room with his eyebrows raised.
“No, you already drank your weight in coffee,” I said sternly, and he laughed as we continued on together.
“Me being your… you know.” Before we went into the office where there would be other ears around, I grabbed his hand and we came to a halt together. I leaned down to whisper “Your Daddy” in his ear, and a full-body shudder had him lurching forward like I’d punched him. I grasped his elbow to keep him upright. A shocking surge of power and satisfaction coiled in me at his dazed expression.
He bit his lip. “Daddy, do you really want to talk about this now?” he asked, very, very quietly as he stared up at me.
“I guess not. I don’t want anyone to accuse me of public indecency.”
He laughed as he went around the open door to his desk, and he checked to make sure no one was watching before he adjusted himself and sat, all in one smooth motion. My cock twitched awake in a flash as I realized I’d made him hard by simply saying Daddy in his ear. He gave me a sheepish grin, and I cleared my throat as I took the seat on his left at my desk and got to work.
Mansfield did indeed send over contracts to Zayden and me, which we asked one of the other members of the legal team to review, and by the time we sent them back, Mansfield had shipped us a staggering number of work requests. I supposed the “modest raise” we’d acquired, which was about an extra ten grand a year each for Z and me, would be earned with blood, sweat, and tears—probably of frustration. We barely spoke to each other all day as we worked, and there was so much to do we kept going through lunch.
The day flew by, and the only reason we ended up eating at all was because Olivia took pity on us and brought back food after her late lunch date with the man she’d been seeing for a bit now. Near the end of the workday, nerves fluttered in my stomach as I stopped about once every five minutes to stare at Z. He was so fucking pretty as he toyed with one of his curls while he glared at something on his computer screen. Worry ate at me, though, because I’d never fucked anyone’s ass—nobody. And I’d seen him with the toy in there, but I couldn’t imagine anything going into mine.
It didn’t seem possible that I could put my cock in his ass without hurting him.
But I sure did like to think about the way he’d looked with his hole stuffed by a toy. I let out a long breath. Not only did that particular scene play in my mind, now I could add new details like how his cum smells on the air, mixed with mine. Since my brain had checked out, I marked the spot on the to-do list I had made earlier so I would know where to pick up on Monday. With a finger waggle, I powered down my computer.
Resting my elbow on the desk, I leaned my chin on my palm and stared at Z. Everyone else was either still busy or had snuck out already, so there was no one to comment on it. I couldn’t believe I was already thinking about fucking him. We’d barely been together a day…. On the other hand, I’d spent about three-fourths of my life making him happy any way I could. Maybe this wasn’t so fast after all. Maybe it had been incredibly slow. He glanced up and caught me watching him and a sweet blush took over his face.
“What?” he asked and glanced around before settling his attention on me again. He lifted his empty iced-coffee cup and slurped at it, pouting when no coffee came up the straw. He tossed the cup in the trash and didn’t look away from me.
“Nothing. I just like you.”
Z’s hand slipped up to cover his mouth and his eyes crinkled a little at the corners. His hand fell away, and he was smiling in a way I’d never quite seen before. That grin stayed on his face as I drove us home, but I knew I’d gone too quiet. I was beyond nervous. I still felt like I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I tried to act normal but couldn’t joke the way I usually did. My palms were sweaty on the wheel, and I almost rear-ended someone at a red light because I was too busy trying to sneak peeks at Z.
“I know I didn’t do much for you, but you enjoyed yourself this morning, right?” I asked him as I pulled the car into the driveway, my hands tight on the steering wheel. He shifted quickly toward me, and I was stunned stupid by the way the late-afternoon sunlight set his curls on fire and made him glow. My chest squeezed tight. “I mean, you came, but you liked it? All you did was blow me and jerk off.”
He cocked his head to the side, and his happy smile heated into a smug twist of his lips that had my dick on alert. “More than anything.”
“Thank God.” I flopped back in my seat and sighed while he laughed at me.
He reached over to turn off the car. “Good gracious, Mr. Audacious. What has been going through your head all day?” He poked at me and laughed. “You look like someone maligned Pinkie Pie.”
I grabbed him around the middle and pulled him closer while he laughed, planting a kiss on his cheek before I let him go. He wriggled back into his seat. “You’ve been watching it, too.”
Z chuckled and shook his head, unable to answer me through his hiccups and guffaws.
“Tell me what having a Daddy might mean to you.”
He stilled, and the laughter died. I let out a sound that was a cross between a moan and a hum as he rested his hands on his stomach and glanced down. He rubbed over the spot, and I could imagine that little belly on him—it was hot becauseheliked it so much.
“I….” My throat felt clogged and I cleared it. “You don’t want Daddy to drink all of your milk,” I murmured, heat rushing to my groin. His lips parted and he closed his eyes, biting at the corner of his mouth. “So I’ll be careful when I play with your nipples.” I reached over and moved his suit jacket out of the way, glancing down at his chest. “But what else do you want from your Daddy? Special things that will make you happy? Z, I’ll be your Daddy, but I want to treat you right.”
He clamped a hand to his mouth and got out of the car.
Alarmed, I followed him. He fumbled with the lock at the front door, but before I could offer to do it for him, he was inside. I rushed in after him, only to have him push me up against the door seconds after I’d closed it. He wrapped his arms around me in a hug so tight I was worried I wouldn’t be able to breathe.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I murmured.
He grabbed one of my hands and dragged it down to his belly. I palmed the firm muscles, and he whimpered. “You take care of us, Daddy,” he said, pressing my hand more firmly to his stomach. “Maybe you make some rules for me? You want to do all the best things for me, Daddy, and you always have. Maybe you breed me on a schedule so you can make sure you knock me up? Like… at certain times I have to be ready for my Daddy.” He pressed my hand harder to his belly and moaned. “Waiting for him to do what he wants with me. And I’ll be in a lot of trouble if I’m not.” His voice went husky as he glanced up through his dark eyelashes. My erection was throbbing and hard as he pushed forward and ground his firm cock against my thigh.
“Wait,” I said softly, dragging Z closer. He rocked his hips against me, and I growled at the sensation. I loved knowing he wanted me and that he was desperate. I licked my lips and stared down into his flushed face. His mouth was shiny with spit and his lip was swollen from where he’d been biting at it. “I could say that every day—if we’re home, I guess—at six o’clock I want you to be under the blankets on my bed ready for me? Hard and ready to….”
Z moaned and shivered in my grasp. “I would do way more than that, Daddy.” His eyes shone and seemed nearly pleading. What the hell did he want? My mind spun, but I knew Zayden in the rest of his life that had nothing to do with sex. He liked it when I chose where we ate, or planned something fun, or even helped him decide on what suits to buy. Maybe I was overthinking this. Maybe what he wanted was simply for me todecide. I let out a long breath. Was that being a Daddy?
