Page 61 of Totally Fanatic

Chip rubs against his leg, drawing his attention. “And, this is Chip, right?”

“Yep, he found me outside of a Chipotle. It’s how he got his name.”

“He’s just too sweet,” Tim says, kneeling, and Reynolds takes his opportunity to say hi next, pushing Chip out of the way to get a scratch under the chin from Tim, too. King is happy in my arms, getting his belly rubs and one-on-one time with me.

“Daffin should be around here some place,” I say, turning and looking for him. The window is open, and I know exactly where he will be. I walk over and lean out.

“Daffin, come on. Time to come home,” I call, King meows, and a moment later, Daffin steps out of Mrs. Crisp’s window. “Thanks, King.”

I head to the kitchen with King and grab theKitty-Creamout for their treat. They get regular food, too. I just like to spoil them.

“Oh, wow, isn’t he fluffy?” Tim says as Daffin pounces down from the window onto the floor. “He’s like a giant ball of orange fur.”

“He’s also the only one who would prefer to be off visiting all day than hanging with his brothers,” I say, putting King on the counter and adding his purple bowl. “I’ll just give them this, feel free to look around. Oh, you wanted a shower. The bathroom is that door on the right. There are towels in the cupboard beside the sink. I can’t keep them out or the cats lay all over them and I end up covered in fur.”

I lay out the large share plate for the others and put in someKitty-Creamfor them, too, and Tim stands as they leave him to get their treat.

“I was actually hoping you might join me,” he says with a smirk.

“Oh, umm sure. It’s not a very sizeable shower, though, it’s over the tub, and, well, it might be a bit tight in there with the both of us… I’m…”

“Perfect,” he says, and I feel heat rise to my face.

“Come on, let’s get me all clean so you can make me dirty all over again,” he says, and he takes my hand and leads me toward my bathroom.

“Whatever you say, boss,” I reply, closing the bathroom door behind us to keep the boys out. Tim turns and loops his arms around my neck, pulling me into a deep kiss. His mouth on minesends a surge of energy through my body, from my lips to my balls, and I lift his shirt, working it up inch by inch, letting the back of my fingers brush against his soft skin.

He moves his mouth along my jaw, kissing down my neck into the soft spot where it meets my shoulder, and I shudder.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” he asks.

“Yes, boss,” I say, and he looks up at me, smiling. I take the opportunity to take his shirt all the way off, and my gaze immediately goes to where I marked him.

His stare follows mine.

“I noticed this,” he says softly, tracing it with the pad of his fingers. Watching him touch himself, even just his chest, makes my cock thicken. Would he let me watch him touch himself in other places?

“I was thinking, if I’m the boss, it should be you that is marked, don’t you?”

“You can mark me as yours anywhere you like,” I blurt, and he lets out a soft laugh.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

He lifts my shirt at the hem, and I help him remove it, too, before he runs his hands down my chest, over my pecs, briefly circling my nipples with his thumbs and making them instantly harden.

“I think your mark should match mine,” he says, and he leans in and presses a soft kiss just above my right nipple. He kisses it softly at first, his tongue tasting my skin, slipping to brush against the nipple a few times before he increases suction against the spot and sucks until releasing with a pop.

“Perfect,” he says, and I look down at where he’s marked me. Claimed me for his own, and fuck, it’s a turn-on seeing it there. Calling him boss, all of it, is like nothing I knew I ever wanted, but fuck, I need it. Tim likes to take control, and I love that. I don’t want to be calling the shots, I want him to tell me whathe likes, to tell me how to make him happy. I want to serve him in any way I can. Even that thought alone brings a pulse to my groin.

“I’ll turn on the shower for you,” I say, and I step around him and reach behind the glass for the control. When I turn back, Tim is completely naked, his sweaty skin shining in the amber light of my bathroom.

“You’re so sexy,” I say, letting my gaze move down and back up his body.

“Is there anything I can do for you? After all, you gave me what I needed today, it’s only fair I give you something in return,” he asks, and the thought of watching him returns.

“Umm, do you think maybe I could watch you for a bit?”

“Like in the shower?”

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