the garage next to mine, but the house was still. I stopped off in the guest room, pushing aside
sweaters and outwear. It had been a risky hiding spot since this was the room Sam’s parents had
stayed in when they visited, but it was also the only room of the house were Sam rarely entered.
My hands shook as I reached for the wrapped package. Now that I was giving it to him, I was
kicking myself for not talking to him about this before whipping out my credit card. There was a
chance he’d hate it, that he’d take it as a sign I wasn’t happy with him the way he was. Nothing could
be further from the truth.
When I’d stumbled on the website late one night when Sammy had been snoring softly beside me,
I hadn’t been able to stop myself. I’d barely been able to resist the urge to rub one out as I looked at
all of the options available. As soon as I found one that would be sure to get both of us off, I pored
over the configuration, the entire time praying I wasn’t making a huge mistake.
I offered up one final prayer as I hid the box behind my back and quietly padded down the hall to
the bedroom. When I opened the door, I was greeted by the sweetest, naughtiest sight. My boy was
curled on his side watching something on his phone. He was so into the video he hadn’t noticed my
arrival. If he had, he was doing a damn good job pretending otherwise.
His hips rocked and the muscles in his arm flexed as he rubbed himself. I toed off my shoes,
carefully trying to stay out of his line of sight. He didn’t stop when I placed his gift on the nightstand
so I could adjust myself. Another time, we’d have to play this game, but I’d stand behind him and jerk
off while he “didn’t know” I was behind him, right up until I came all over his back. But that
newfound fantasy would have to wait. I had plans for how the rest of today was going to go.
Sam let out a shriek when I placed my hand over his, urging him to keep jerking off. Just because I
wasn’t going to come yet didn’t mean he couldn’t. By the time the sun went down tonight, I wanted
him so sex-drunk he passed out. “Daddy! I didn’t know—”
“Thought you could play with yourself and I’d never know?” It took concerted effort to keep my
voice more stern than amused. “Are you supposed to play with your treasure when Daddy doesn’t
give you permission?”
“No, Daddy.” His shoulders sagged. I stilled his hand when he reached for the phone. He wanted
to get himself off, now he was going to do it with me goading him the entire time.
“Slide over, baby.” While he moved to the center of the bed, I quickly stripped out of my pants,
leaving my button-down shirt and boxer briefs in place. This moment still needed to be about him.
