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He settled back down beside me and sighed. “I don’t know, there’s a cooking demonstration that sounds fun, and I kind of wanted to go back to the art gallery. Mostly, I just want to spend the rest of the day with you.”

Hearing that made my heart swell and gave me hope that he’d be on board with what I was planning for our future, and I realized in that moment that Harper was right. I didn’t need to do anything that required some elaborate plan. All I needed to do was to make sure my boy knew what was in my heart. “I think the cooking demonstration sounds like a great idea, but if you really enjoyed the art gallery, you should let me take you to my favorite gallery back home. They have amazing work from all over the world, and some stunning pieces from local artists.”

He pulled back and stared at me. “You would want me to visit you back home?”

“Sweet boy, I don’t want you to visit me. I want you to come with me. I know this is crazy, and I know it’s fast, but I don’t want to go home without you.”

I watched as tears welled up in his eyes and a smile spread across his face. “Really, Daddy? You want me to come with you?”

“I do. It’s a big city, and there are tons of opportunities in your field. Or, if you want to branch out on your own and start your own design business, you could do that, too. I just want you with me.”

“Like permanently? You want me to be your boy?”

“Sweetness, as far as I’m concerned, you’re already my boy. So yes, I want you to go home with your friend, Carey, pack up all your belongings, and tie up any loose ends you have. Then I’ll have your stuff shipped to our home, and I’ll buy you a first-class plane ticket so you can get back to me.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Totally serious.”

At that, he spun around to face me and kissed me. “Then yes, Daddy, I’ll come home with you.”

Chapter 11

Adam

When he’d said yes that he’d come home with me, I’d never been so happy in my life. It was the funniest thing. I’d spent the last few years convincing myself that I didn’t want or need anyone. Thanks to my sister’s interference, in just a few days, everything had changed.

I scooted him off me and stood up beside the lounge chair. I reached out my hand to help him up and pulled him to me. “I think this deserves to be celebrated. What do you think?”

“I do, and I can think of the perfect way to celebrate it.”

“Yeah, me, too.” I gripped his ass and lifted, and he went willingly up into my arms. He wrapped his legs around my waist as I walked us to the bed. We kissed until we were both out of breath and gasping for air.

When we were beside the bed, he slid down, and as soon as his feet hit the floor, I started taking my clothes off.

“You, too, boy,” I instructed, “I want to see you.” I pulled off my shirt and dropped it to the floor. I reached for my belt buckle next but got distracted as Ollie pulled his shirt over his head. “My god, baby boy, you are gorgeous. I can’t believe you’re mine,” I whispered in awe. I reached out and ran my finger down his chest to his abdomen. I leaned forward and chased the trail of my finger back up with my tongue, stopping on a nipple to lick and suck.

“Oh, yes,” Ollie groaned as he wrapped his fingers in my hair and held my head where he wanted my attention. “That feels so good, Daddy.”

I pulled back and grinned at him. “If you think this feels good, wait until I get you back home.” Stepping back, I undid my pants, and in one swoop, I pushed off both my jeans and my boxers, standing there in front of him completely naked. He didn’t waste any time in doing the same. Then I was back against him, skin to skin.

I ran my tongue from his collarbone up to the hollow behind his ear and then gently bit down on his earlobe. “You get on the bed. I’ll get the supplies,” I growled.

He did as I asked and hurried to get into a position. I tossed a bottle of lube and a condom on the bed.

I stood there looking at him and, for a moment, trying to wrap my brain around the fact that I’d been lucky enough to find such a perfect boy and that he’d agreed to come home with me. I leaned down over him, kissing him deeply. Then I moved slowly down his body to sit between his legs, leaving a trail of light kisses as I made my way to his hard cock. The sight of him naked on the bed in front of me was enough to take my breath away. His cock twitched in response to my obvious hunger as I licked my lips and prepared to take what I wanted. Leaning down, I started at the base and slowly licked to the tip, lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had formed.

When I did it a second time, he groaned and thrust up, searching for more. I looked up at him with a wicked grin and licked up his cock for the third time. When I reached the tip, I sucked it into my mouth. I swirled my tongue as I added my hand and bobbed up and down on his cock, licking as I went down and sucking as I came up, over and over. I continued until he was close, and then I pulled off, chuckling at his whimper.

“When you come, I want to be inside you,” I growled.

“Yes, Daddy,” he whimpered again. “Inside me. Now, please.”

I rolled on the condom, flipped open the lube bottle, and poured some into my hand. Then I moved to the side and lay down beside him. He watched me hungrily as I lay there beside him, stroking my cock, getting it ready for him. When I’d made him wait long enough, I motioned for him to come to me. He crawled up my body and positioned himself over me, never breaking eye contact. Then I lined my cock up with his hole and sucked in a breath as he slowly lowered himself on me.

“Oh, Daddy,” he gasped. “I love the burn as you stretch me.” He continued down until I was fully seated inside him. He leaned forward and placed his hands on my chest for leverage. “We fit together perfectly, Daddy,” he said with a grin.

“We do, boy, in every way. Now move, dammit,” I growled.

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