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The bed shifted as he rolled to face me, so I turned on my side to stare at him by the light of the moon. And without a second thought, the words just spilled from my lips. “Move in with me, Tris.”

I watched his eyes widen and his lips part before one corner of his mouth curled up. “Really? You want me here twenty-four-seven?”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “You’re already here twenty-four-seven; this will just make it official. You can sell or rent your condo, and I have more than enough space for you to take over one of the spare bedrooms and set up your home studio.” I picked up his hand, kissing it before setting it on the bed between us, still holding mine. “I hate that you leave every time you do a live stream. I never get to do aftercare.”

“Is that why you don’t watch many of them?”

I shook my head but aborted it halfway through after really considering his question. “Maybe? I just . . . I don’t want to be on camera with you, baby, but I want to be a part of it. Performing aftercare for you after your scenes would let me do that.” I smirked as something else occurred to me. “And it would make it much easier for me to warm your ass up before a show.”

He chuckled, but I sensed nerves underneath the sound. When he took a deep breath, appearing to steel himself for what he was about to ask, something fluttered in my stomach. “Um, Daddy?”

“Yes, Angel Baby?”

He swallowed hard. “Do you . . . do you want me to give up camming?” His eyes were wide and undeniably terrified.

“What? Fuck no. I love that you’re a camboy, and I want you to keep doing it for as long as it makes you happy.”

I could see the tension leave his shoulders. “Good. I don’t want to do it forever, but for now, I love it.”

“Good,” I echoed, leaning in to kiss his forehead, and he relaxed further. “So . . . moving in?”

“Oh! Of course, yes!” Tristan’s wide smile lit me up completely, warming me from the inside out in the otherwise chilly room. “Let’s do it ASAP.”

I grinned, kissing him languidly until we pulled away to catch our breath. We just stared at each other in the near dark for a few moments before Tris spoke again.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?” I tucked a stray curl behind his ear.

“Can we do it tonight?”

I blinked. “Do what?” I searched his gorgeous face. “You wanna fuck?”

He shook his head, and my stomach swooped. He didn’t normally ask when he wanted sex or a scene, so what was differ—

Shit.

“You want me to fist you tonight, baby?”

He nodded excitedly, his eyes lighting up. “Yes, please.”

I sighed, twisting to look at the clock on my nightstand. “It’s three am, sweet boy. Shouldn’t we wait until you’re more rested?”

His smile turned mischievous, and butterflies erupted in my gut for an entirely different reason this time. “Well, we could, I suppose, but then why have I been wearing a massive plug?”

I gasped, my eyes involuntarily flicking down his body, though it was wrapped in the sheets. “Show me.”

Without another word, my Angel Baby pushed the covers down his lightly muscled body, revealing his naked form. The tattoo on his hip bone, the lettering all in black, was like a beacon as he climbed up onto his hands and knees then moved until his ass was facing me, his cheeks spread.

Sure enough, the base of a hot-pink plug was peeking out from his hole, and my gut clenched at the sight. We’d never used that plug, but I knew exactly which one it was. We’d been working up to him taking it, and now he’d had it in for—

“Shit, baby—how long has that been inside your pretty hole?”

He moaned when I tapped the base. “I put it in about an hour ago.”

“An hour?” I blinked. That was . . . a lot to take, and to have it in longer than a few minutes . . . damn. I could never.

He nodded, biting his bottom lip. “Yes, Daddy. It’s been pressing so hard against my prostate, and I’m so fucking horny. It’s big, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need your hand—your entire fist. Please.”