I nodded, too sleepy to think enough to form a verbal response. I could feel the cum, sweat, and
spit drying into my skin. I needed to get cleaned up so I could sleep, but I was content to lay in
Daddy’s arms. The shower would still be there in the morning.
17
WILLIAM
AS I WATCHED COREY SLEEPING PEACEFULLY BESIDE ME, I WISHED IT WERE POSSIBLE TO BE THAT SAFE
space for him every night. He was beyond exhausted and I wasn’t sure how much longer he could
burn the candle at both ends before his body started to shut down. Unfortunately, I knew he wasn’t yet
ready to accept any more help from me than he already had, which left me feeling out of sorts. I was
the guy who made plans and put them into motion; I didn’t do well sitting on the sidelines, waiting to
be called to action.
It was the sort of gloomy morning made for cuddling under the blankets all day, but I couldn’t get
my brain to turn off. I’d told Jack we could sit down to talk about the job offer this afternoon before I
had to head home for Corey’s nap, but that meant I needed to talk to Corey before he went to work.
The irony wasn’t lost on me that the person making me consider settling down was also the reason
I wasn’t sure accepting Jack’s offer was a good idea. Taking the job managing the more hardcore side
of the club wouldn’t change how often I saw Corey since I was already there most nights. But Corey
was strong-willed enough I wouldn’t be shocked if he pulled away from me so no one could accuse
him of sleeping with one of the bosses.
If I’d been at home, I would have talked this out with Vivvie. I could practically hear her telling
me I was an idiot who needed to have a little faith in my boy. There would be growing pains but
working together wasn’t the tallest hurdle we had yet to clear.
Corey’s phone started to buzz on his nightstand. He was sprawled over me, making it difficult for
me to get out of the bed before he woke up, but I managed. I wanted him to sleep every possible
minute. For now, it was the most I could do.
“Where are you going?” Corey asked, still half-asleep. He reached out for me, so I sat on the edge
of the bed, smoothing a hand over his head. “Feels good.”
I bent down, kissing him softly. “Go back to sleep, baby. I’m going to start the coffee and
breakfast.”
“And then come back to bed?”
