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“I, um…” I swallowed dryly. “I was wondering if I could build a blanket fort under your desk. ’Cause I could nap there when I’m on my break and wanna be close to you while you work.”

He drew a breath and cupped my cheek, and he gazed down at me with such heat, both affection and desire, that I had a feeling I knew his answer already.

“Like, with soft cushions and blankets and a pillow,” I said. “Possibly fun string lights too. And a cupholder for a soda. Maybe.”

He leaned in and kissed me softly, teasing the tip of my tongue with his, and then he offered a slow nod. “Daddy will personally take care of that for you. Of course you need a blanket fort at Daddy’s feet. It feels foolish we haven’t already made one.”

I could swear…I was the luckiest boy in the whole darn world.

DECEMBER 15

Who was I, even?

I blamed Daddy!

In what universe did I get off work early and go to Daddy’s place to tidy up and clean? Not that it needed much tidying, but I caught myself several times. I was straightening pillows, making the bed, ordering more coffee capsules for Daddy’s coffee machine… I made a batch of snickerdoodles for him, I steamed the suit I knew he wanted to wear for my birthday dinner tonight, I made him a card that said Best Daddy Ever and hung it on the fridge, and I even did his laundry! Well, our laundry. I had half my wardrobe at his house now.

He was being a sneak. Slowly but surely incorporating structure and simple rules, and I…I was soaking it up. Every boundary we discussed pushed me to a new level of submissiveness. I wanted to serve him, cater to his every need, and make sure he could relax the moment he came home from work.

I’d thought I was working hard—and I was—but at least I could clock out at four most days. Meanwhile, we’d left Culver City at the same time today, shortly after two o’clock, and I had borrowed his car to go to his place, while he’d called his driver to take him to corporate. He had meetings… So many meetings. But even when he worked so much, he made time for me. Like my birthday lunch today? He’d called for takeout to be delivered to his office, and he’d presented his “first of two” presents for me.

The friggin’ blanket fort! And a cute little stuffie, a blue bunny with the softest ears.

He’d confessed that he’d picked out the items himself, but then he’d had a personal shopper bring it over to the office. He’d been contrite about that, which was weird, because it was no different from ordering something online and having it delivered by UPS.

He’d given me my blanket fort. And a key to his office so I could take a nap whenever I wanted and he wasn’t there.

No wonder he was drawing out the submissive in me, more than I thought was possible in the beginning. Thanks to his setting the pace with easy-enough rules for me to follow, I was falling into a new role that brought me a sense of serenity. I couldn’t explain it any other way.

And these rules…

I chewed on my lip, wondering if I could call them that. Sure, some of them, but most of all, it was just a healthy everyday structure that made me feel better. My bath time? He washed my hair and my body. Thoroughly. His shower time? Either I washed him, or I sat outside the shower and enjoyed my view. And I made sure his towel was warm and coming straight off the towel rack. He prepared my breakfast while I prepared his espresso and biscotti. To prevent stress in the morning, he wanted me to pick out my clothes for the following day before I went to bed. When he had to work extra in his home study, I checked in on him once every hour to make sure he had coffee—decaf after four o’clock.

I had to text him once I’d arrived someplace, just so he knew I’d gotten there safely.

I had to eat all my veggies…

Pout.

I wiped down the kitchen bar and did a final scan of the house. Everything looked great! Now I just needed to shower and find something nice to wear. I’d brought over a few less-casual outfits since Daddy and I tended to eat at fancy restaurants here and there. Okay, partly my fault, because the upscale Vietnamese place not far from here was so good that I could die.

Goddamn, I was getting spoiled.

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Daddy finally came home a little after five, and I helped him get ready. He was all kinds of endearing, asking questions about my parents and wanting to make a good impression. But he had nothing to worry about. My mom was excited to meet him, so was Emmy, and he didn’t have to do much to impress Dad and my sister’s boyfriend. Levi was climbing the ranks at a studio and probably already knew of the Abrams family, and Dad was a money guy. He was a financial adviser or something equally boring and defied Florida’s heat in nice suits every day. I was sure they could bond over that.

Daddy chuckled as he buttoned up his shirt. “That’s all I am, a suit.”

I grinned. “Don’t forget the yacht club!”

Too funny, that one pushed a button every time. He narrowed his eyes and came at me too fast for me to react, and he tickled my sides and nipped at my neck.

“Fuck! Quit it!” I laughed, squirming out of his hold.

“Damn brat. I ought to spank you till your ass is red.”

Threatening me with a good time?

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