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“No,” I lied. “Just go to sleep already.”

He flounced over on his back and started pouting—I mean, I didn’t look at him, but I knew he was. I knew that if I glanced over there, I’d see that bottom lip stuck out. I tried my best to ignore him. I closed my eyes with a great deal of determination, but not much hope and became slowly aware of someone staring at me.

I opened one eye and saw him up on that elbow again…staring down at me, just like I thought.

I groaned. “What do you want now?”

“I had a question, but just forget it if you’re going to be grouchy. Never mind.”

“No, go ahead. Ask.”

“No, I don’t want to anymore. Not if you’re going to be an ass about it.”

“Damn it, just ask me!”

“No!” He flounced himself back down, but I rolled over on top of him like I’d wanted to all night and stared down into that gorgeous, crazy little face of his.

“Damn you!” I pulled his legs up around me and settled in. It felt just as good as I’d known it would, and I groaned with pleasure. He stared back, completely taken by surprise and out of breath. He was looking a tiny bit panicked.

“Oh, so you got yourself in trouble, didn’t you? You didn’t expect that, huh? What are you gonna do now, genius?”

I pushed his hands impatiently away as he tried to put them around my neck.

“You’re not running this show, baby, so calm down. We have ourselves a situation here and we need to talk about it.”

“W-we do? What kind of situation?”

“It’s unprofessional of me to make love to you…but here we are, and this appears to be happening, so the question is, are you sure you want this? Because I can still turn this thing around and both of us can go back to sleep.”

I probably couldn’t, but he didn’t have to know that. I’d figure something out though if it upset him.

“Oh, yes, I do want it. Please. Please, Rio. Make love to me.”

I got my clothes off in record time, and we were both naked, out of breath and our chests were heaving as I pulled him closer. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this with him, but I had only so much willpower, and he was so tempting. He tried to reach for me again, because I guess he needed to touch me as badly as I needed to touch him. But I flipped him over and pulled him on top of me, nuzzling his neck and running my hands over his little ass, because I couldn’t help myself.

My temperature rose higher as I examined every inch of that pretty skin. He lay still and didn’t try to move away, so I could have my way with him. I groaned my approval again. I kissed him for a long time, and he was making my whole bodyfeel languid and feverish. His kisses had a drugging effect on me, and his lush mouth was so warm and soft. My hands went over his ass and my hands gently, maddeningly massaged those plump, naked ass cheeks. I’d never felt this lightheaded, toe-curling compulsion to ravish anyone before, not with anyone else I’d ever been with. He buried his face in my neck and started sucking up a mark. I put an end to that shit pretty soon, but he still kept trying to get close enough to do it again.

“Behave,” I said, with a little pop to his ass and he finally quit.

“Yes, sir,” he said, all quiet and meek, which was a damn lie.

“Don’t act all submissive. I don’t believe it for a minute.”

He ducked his head, and I thought he might be blushing. “I-I’m not faking anything. I like it when you tell me what to do in that tone of voice.”

“Oh yeah? Since when?”

“Since always. Make love to me, Rio,” he begged me shamelessly, rutting against me and trying to reach for my cock as if he could pull it into himself.

“Please,” he begged me, though there really was no need for him to ask twice.

I rolled us over again so that he was on his back. “Put your hands over your head. And I’ll give you just what I want you to have.”

He shuddered at my words and gazed up into my eyes. “Please, Daddy,” he said softly.

The word electrified me and shocked me and spoke to something deep inside me that needed it. Needed that kind of deep surrender. I wanted to be his Dominant, his Daddy, which spoke to an even deeper level of need and domination—maybe not twenty-four seven, but at times like these—hell yeah. He was offering me his power, giving it over to me and trusting me to take care of him and not abuse what he’d offered.

It would have taken a much stronger man than I was to feel the tip of my cock straining against his entrance and deny him anything he wanted, but did he know what he was saying? I gazed down at him and claimed his mouth in a searing kiss. It was the most powerful kiss between us yet and I was kissing him like I owned him, because in that moment I felt like I did. He was mine, in every sense of the word, for just a little while.

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