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I turned to the familiar voice. "Lance. I didn't think you'd be down here tonight." Our bowling team had a practice tomorrow. Lance must be putting in extra time.

Lance jerked his head up. "At first I thought you were bowling with your son. That's evidently not the case. Who is this guy? Please tell me it's not what it looks like."

"It's exactly what it looks like." I put my arm around Ethan. "This is Ethan." I took a huge, damned leap. "He's my boyfriend." Ethan pressed hard against my side. I hadn't screwed up.

At least, I didn't think so.

Lance tipped his head but didn't say anything. After a few moments, he grunted, spun on his heel, and strode off.

"Who was that?" Ethan brushed his hand up my chest to my pec above my heart.

"One of the guys on my bowling team."

He drew his finger down my jawline. "Is me being your boyfriend going to be a problem?"

I studied his eyes. "I didn't overstep with the boyfriend thing?"

"Feels right to me."

"Good. Me too." I had planned on opening a conversation with Ethan about our relationship status soon. This was a much faster way to get there. He was my first boyfriend.

And I needed him.

"Let's get out of here," I said and retrieved my ball from the return.

Arriving in different cars, we almost didn't make it from the driveway into my house. We were all over each other. Not caring if we were giving the neighbours a show. After bursting through my front door, Ethan hauled me to the couch and pushed me to sit on it.

And lay across my lap.

Chapter Eleven | Ethan

To be honest, I had needed this for at least a week. Ever since we played our Daddy games while camping. This was the perfect opportunity. I had sucked at bowling.

I moaned and ground my cock against Daniel's thigh, deliberately not lying still. He placed one hand on my shoulder and the other on my ass, stroking small circles on my shorts.

"I was bad, Daddy."

Daniel clenched my shoulder. "What did you do?"

"I was a terrible bowler."

Daniel chuckled. "I'm not sure that's a spankable offence." His mind might not think so, but his hard cock pressed against my hip had other ideas.

He smoothed wider sweeps across my ass, slowing on occasion to squeeze my flesh and play with the bottom of my shorts, letting his fingers travel up beneath the material to the soft crease between my cheeks and my thighs. Contemplation turned to desire.

His cock won out.

His hand came down with a quick pat.

I whined and angled my ass up into his hand.

Daniel growled. "Such a naughty boy."

Another soft tap, then he tugged on me, securing me on his lap. The next spank came down harder. And the next … and the next. My cock ached behind the lace it was trapped by.

My ass warmed with each spank through my shorts.

Daniel tugged on the waistband.

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