Keeping control of my libido had been a chore when I’d felt how wet Sam was from just hearing
me tell him what I wanted to do to him. Yes, it had been foreign to me, but in a good way. Like I’d
told him earlier, he was all man, just made differently than some of us. Thatwasn’ta bad thing. In
fact, I was starting to consider how good it could be.
He’d been such a good boy when I wiped him clean and got him dressed into a set of play clothes.
Of course, he’d squirmed and begged me to touch him, but I kept everything very innocent. It turned
out I was torturing myself just as much as him. I’d planned on finishing up some reports, so I had a
head start and didn’t have to slave away at the computer all weekend, but my boy was distracting.
Every time I looked at him, I thought of something else I wanted to do with him.
One thing was for certain; I didnotwant him going home tonight. We wouldn’t have sex—not yet
—but I wanted to show him what it felt like to have a Daddy get him ready for bed. And, if he was up
for it, taking sex off the table didn’t have to mean there wouldn’t be orgasms.
“Can I have some more juice please?” Fuck, Sammy was adorable when he let go.
The part of me that was falling over myself to be the best Daddy in the world, so he’d never look
for someone better, wanted to race to his side to get him juice. But really, spoiling him wouldn’t do
either of us any favors.
“You’ve already had two cups of juice. It’s time to switch to water,” I told him as I grabbed his
new sippy cup and rinsed it. Sammy scowled at me. It was hard to keep from laughing every time he
scrunched up his nose, but I managed. Barely. “Too much sugar isn’t good for little boys. You need to
be able to get some sleep tonight, so you’ll be able to pay attention in class tomorrow.”
Scheduling time together was going to be difficult. He worked nearly full-time hours at the club,
had a heavy class load, and needed time for his homework. That was another project I was working
on while I should have been proofreading reports. “If you want, I could give you a ride to campus on
my way to work, and then I can pick you up after I get done. I don’t have any meetings tomorrow and
you don’t work, so maybe we could come back here?”
“I don’t want you to go out of your way,” he protested.
I set down the sippy cup of water in front of him and cupped his cheek, bending down so we were
at eye level. “If I make an offer, it’s because I don’t see it as an imposition. I thought it would be a
good way to get a few extra minutes together and you could go off to school remembering that your
Daddy would be there to take care of you again after.”
