Page 101 of Dad Next Door

“You really are the chillest person ever.” He shifted his hips and dragged his cock against my hand. “I was ready to quit if you wanted me to.”

“I’ll never ask more from you than I’m willing to do myself,” I said seriously, pulling my hand from his dick to emphasize the point. “Your job has nothing to do with me, or us. Asking you to stop something you’ve been doing for six years isn’t enforcing a boundary. It’s controlling.”

He stared at me, so many emotions flashing in his eyes that it was impossible to figure out what he was thinking.

“I already told you I don’t subscribe to the same ideals as most people. I don’t care that a bunch of randoms know what you look like naked. I don’t care that they know how Stone has sex or if they have dirty thoughts about you. The only thing I care about is you, Quinn. I want you to be happy, healthy, and successful. That’s it.”

He blinked a few times, his eyes a bit glassy.

“And if I’m being honest, I kinda love how all those assholes thirst over you and pay your bills, but I’m the one in your bathroom using your skincare products after getting the dicking of a lifetime.”

He let out a bark of laughter that echoed like thunder. “The dicking of a lifetime?”

“Oh yeah. How do you kids say it? All facts, no printer?”

“I’ve never heard anyone say that.” He stepped into my space and loosely held my waist. “Thanks. I know you’ve said all that before, but I worry that my job will come between us somehow. Not because of you,” he added quickly. “But just in general. Like, what if I get recognized? It’s only happened a few times outside of appearances, but what if you, me, and Leo are out together and someone says something in front of him? What if the neighbors figure out what I do? They already hate me because they think I make my money as a contractor. They’d probably try to tar and feather me in the middle of the street if they knew I was a sex worker.”

“Quinn, hun.” I rubbed the hard planes of his sides. “Those are valid fears, but even if they did happen, they wouldn’t change anything. I don’t give a flying fuck what our neighbors think about anything. And if any of those assholes even think about coming after you in any way because of your job, I will end each and every one of them.” My voice was dark with anger. “I know a lot of lawyers and have spent the last twelve years collecting information and secrets on everyone in case I needed it. I know enough to destroy the ones you’d have to worry about.”

“Okay, add that to my list.” Quinn licked his bottom lip. “Hearing my boyfriend threaten assholes is also a kink of mine.”

“Going all caveman kinda gave me the tingles, not gonna lie.” I smiled and rubbed his sides.

“But what if Leo finds out what I do?” he asked softly.

“I told him you’re a model and an influencer, so he knows as much as he needs to right now. And he’ll learn about your jobs eventually. There’s only so long I can keep him off the internet and monitor what he sees. We’ll figure out a way to tell him the truth in a way that’s age appropriate when that time comes.”

“I just don’t want to mess up your life.”

“You don’t. Being with you makes my life better.” I pressed a soft kiss against his lips.

Quinn was one of the most outwardly confident and secure people I’d ever met, but that was the mask he showed the world. He needed reassurance and validation and someone to remind him he was special and perfect just the way he was. That his past or his jobs didn’t define him and they were only one part of the amazing man he was.

I wanted to be that person. Not just right now, but forever.

“What if Simon finds out what I do and uses it against you?” he whispered. “What if he tries to take Leo away from you because of me?”

“He can try, but he won’t.”

“What?” He gaped at me.

“Stripping is legal. So is making spicy content. You have a lock on your studio door, you don’t include anyone else in your content or have them in your workspace, and you haven’t filmed a porn scene in over three years. There are no legal or even moral reasons your jobs would be detrimental to a child because you’ve done everything possible to separate them from your home life. And if he wants to throw a hissy fit and try to take me to court, that’s fine. He’ll get to see the file I’ve been compiling for the past two years documenting his bullying and neglect. I’m done letting him have any say or control over my life.”

He blew out a shaky breath.

“Any other worries in there?” I asked.

Quinn smiled, the last of the tension falling from his face. “Tons, but none that have to do with this.”

“How about I give you a facial, then we’ll go to bed?”

Quinn’s lips folded inward, and his eyes shimmered with laughter.

“Yeah, that didn’t come out the way I meant.” Chuckling, I gave him another kiss. “Not this time, at least.”

Quinn’s expression shifted to one of confusion.

“I’m always down for a facial. All you gotta do is ask.”

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