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“Joey.” I clear my throat and dry my hands. “Congrats on the win.”

I shove my hands in my pockets to keep from reaching for him. He looks around the bathroom and reaches to the door, turning the lock. With his lip caught in his teeth, he comes for me. He grips my head and crashes his lips to mine.

My heart pounds as I inhale him. His chest is pressed against mine and he backs me up to the wall, leaning hard into me. It’s intoxicating. It’s everything I’ve wanted for weeks.

Wrapping my arms around him, I hold him just as tightly, needing him for just a minute. I know this can’t last, we’re in a fucking bathroom, but he’s my damn weakness.

“Touch me.” Joey rests his forehead against mine. “Please.”

I can’t resist him when he talks to me like that.

“Not in here, baby,” I say and press a kiss to his lips. “Meet me in the back alley in, like, five minutes, okay?”

He chews on his lip again and nods. My poor boy.

He slides his hand down my neck, my chest, and around my hip to my ass to pull me closer.

“I need you, please?” That little voice comes out and warmth blooms in my chest.

“What do you need from me, sweet boy?” I drag my thumb along his mouth.

Joey’s face turns a darker pink, almost red.

“Escape. Release. To not be in control.”

My lips quirk up in a small smirk. “I can do that.”

I kiss him deep but quick and unlock the door. Bryce is standing there with an eyebrow raised but doesn’t say anything. I push past him and head toward the back where the alley exit is. Anything Bryce thinks he heard or knows is not my problem, it’s Joey’s.

It’s cold, my breath fogging in front of me while I wait, and wait. He needs me. He said it himself. Does that mean he’ll stop ignoring me? That he’ll find time to let me in?

I’m afraid to get my hopes up but at this point, I’m fucking desperate. The heavy door squeaks open and Joey steps out in his hoodie and jeans. He looks so fucking good.

I reach for him, jerking him toward me, and spinning us to put him against the wall.

Joey shoves his hands under my shirt, raking his fingers down my ribs then back up to hold on to my shoulders. He’s not releasing control, but making demands. Is that really what he wants tonight? If he needs it, I’ll let him take the lead, but that’s not normally how we operate.

He whimpers, grinding his hard-on against my hip. His panting breath fans over my lips and I suck it deep into my lungs. I want him to consume me in every way. This moment with him is the most alive I’ve felt in weeks. It’s fresh air and sun on my skin. A healing balm where I’ve been cracked and bleeding.

I don’t want to think too hard about how quickly he was able to hook himself into the walls of my heart, my soul.

“Please, Da—” Joey cuts himself off abruptly but my eyes snap to his at what I think he was going to say.

“Say it,” I demand, though my voice is quiet. I need him to say it. The memory of him saying it the last time we fucked slams into me. In the fear of being caught and the pain of losing him, I had forgotten about it. But now, I need to hear it. I need him to acknowledge who I am to him.

He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes, dropping his head back against the brick wall. Joey’s cheeks are already pink with arousal but the color deepens now.

“Are you embarrassed?” I open his jeans and slide my hand inside, gripping him firmly. He throbs in my palm. If he’s embarrassed, his dick isn’t. “Say it, baby.”

His cock pulses again when he whispers the word, “Daddy.”

I groan into his mouth, ravaging his lips and stroking him. “That’s right, Daddy’s going to take care you.”

“I-I-I—fuck.” He’s trembling against me and it’s everything I need. I need him to need me.

“Are you gonna come, dirty boy? Are you that close already?”

“Yes.” Joey’s hips roll and thrust against me. The arousal coursing through him and stealing the ability to keep still. I drop to my knees and pull down his pants and underwear to get better access to him.

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