Page 40 of My Young Alpha Daddy

I look down and see a serious bulge developing at the front of Rafa’s tight tracksuit.

Daddyreallydoes want some fun if the rapidly lengthening snake in his pants is anything to go by.

But there’s a problem…

My douchebag of a boss.

‘Hey, I think if you can handle a hard businessman like Debussy, you’re puny jerk of a boss isn’t a problem,’ Rafa smiles.

Daddy’s right – as is usually the case!

I walk out of my office with Rafa by my side, and in full view of everyone I share the news that the Debussy deal is done and I will be taking the rest of the day off to celebrate my success.

‘You go, Aaron!’ shouts one of my colleagues.

‘Aaron Taylor for CEO!’ hollers one of the interns.

I shoot a look over to my boss. He looks as grouchy as ever, but even he can’t deny how well I’ve done.

Wow– I think I’ve finally broken my boss. He breaks out into a smile and then begins to clap!

As the whole office bursts into applause, Rafa scoops me off my feet and carries me out and toward the elevator.

To shouts ofGoAaron, Go Aaron!, Rafa takes me inside the elevator and gently puts me back down.

‘I did it, Daddy,’ I say, my eyes filling with tears of pure joy. ‘I think this is the beginning of the next stage of my career.’

‘Hell yeah,’ Rafa replies, placing his hands around my waist and drawing me in close for a kiss. ‘Now put some sugar on me, baby boy.’

We begin to kiss passionately, our minds and bodies reacting on a whole new level.

The feeling of Rafa’s tongue pushing and flexing around mine as our lips lock is good enough on its own – but the friction between our crotches as we bump and grind is the icing on the cake.

I almost don’t want the elevator ride to stop.

But as the elevator pings and opens on the ground floor, I know that we need to rush to the car and get back to Rafa’s place as quickly as we possibly can.

One problem.

Rafa doesn’t know if his car is still going to be where he left it or not.

Suddenly, we don’t know if we’re burning rubber in the Porsche, or walking our butts all the way back to the penthouse…

‘Sir, your car is safe and sound where you left it,’ the security guy says, a smile on his face. ‘A cop came to take a look, but I told him it was a medical emergency.’

‘Thank you, my friend,’ Rafa says, a look of relief on his face as he approaches his beloved sportscar. ‘Let me give you something for your trouble.’

‘No, there’s no need,’ the security guy says. ‘Call it a favor from one Daddy to another…’

‘Makes sense,’ Rafa smiles, the pair of them embracing like two warriors fresh from a victorious battle. ‘I’d have guessed it myself if I hadn’t been in such a rush coming in. But seriously, if you or your boy ever need any personal training, get in touch. First ten sessions for free.’

‘I might just do that,’ the security guard replies. ‘But quit wasting your time talking to me and take that boy back to your place!’

Rafa and the security guy high-five and before I know it, I’m sitting in the passenger side of the Porsche and Rafa is showing me that while he’s a former tennis champ, he could easily have been a racecar driver too.

‘Woooo-hoooo!’ I squeal in delight as Rafa puts his foot down and goes from zero to forty in a blink of an eye. ‘Daddy, you’re incredible!’

‘With a little help from this highly tuned engine,’ Rafa says, laughing as he takes one corner followed by another and gets us to within one block of home. ‘I hope you’re ready for another kind of ride…’

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