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I slide down his body, rest my head on his thigh, and suckle his soft cock. Sir runs his fingers through my hair, tickles his fingertips against my cheek, my neck—touching me, giving me a soft place to come down, caring for me in ways I’ve read about but didn’t know I would need so badly.

“Rest. I’ll be here when you wake up. You served me so very well today, and you deserve a break. I’m so proud of my good boy.”

I slip under, smiling around the cock in my mouth, and everything is perfect.

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I wake upwith my nose buried in Sir’s balls, and I can’t say it’s not an excellent place to be. I sit up, and he’s on his phone, looking at something, legs spread for my needy ass to sleep between them.

“Sorry I fall asleep afterward more times than not.” I don’t always when we play, but it does take a lot out of me.

“No worries. It’s clearly something you need. Crashing afterward is different for everyone.”

“Yeah, but you can’t want to lie here and wait for me.”

He cocks a brow. “Can’t I? You seem to think I only get something out of the sex, and that’s not true. I get pleasure out of the whole dynamic. That’s why kink is nonnegotiable in a relationship for me. Sex is great, but it’s all of it—the knowledgethat I’m giving you something afterward, taking care of your needs and providing for you—that reaches me here.” He taps his forehead. “I can have kinky sex with a lot of people, but not everyone needs the rest of it the way I do.”

I nod, his words making complete sense to me. “I need it too. I don’t think I realized how much until we started doing this together.”

He nods and sets his phone down. “Come here. Straddle your Sir.”

I do, savoring the feel of his warm body against mine. Marshall kisses me slowly, like we have all the time in the world, like this is one of his favorite things to do. He rubs me while he does, hands traveling up and down my skin while we kiss and kiss and kiss…

I like you more than I’m supposed to… This isn’t just a scene to me… I really want to belong to you.

I try to block out those words, pretend they aren’t there.

“Are you free the rest of the day?” he asks, and I nod.

“Tomorrow too if you’re curious.”

“Good. I’ll cook for you and feed you. We can watch a movie together while you keep my cock warm…and tonight, if you wish it, you can sleep between my legs.”

It feels like an explosion of happiness goes off inside me. “Stay the night?” I never thought he would want that.

“I’m not done using you today. Do you want to stay?”

I nod enthusiastically. I almost ask him if I can cook for him—I look at recipes sometimes online and want to try them—but I don’t know why I don’t ask. I love giving ideas to the chefs at work, but making food for others is scary. I’ve never wanted to do it before. Well, outside of simple things. It’s not like I’ve never thrown some chicken in the oven or made a grilled cheese for me and Reggie, but part of me wants to make something different,something special for Sir. But instead of telling him that, I just say, “Yes. I want to stay.”

“I’m glad.” He kisses me again. “You’ll be naked all day.”

I smile. “No arguments from me.”

I sit at the kitchen table while he cooks, the two of us talking. I still haven’t told him about hanging with my mom the other day and her thinking I have a boyfriend. The last thing I want is to scare him away.

He feeds me while I kneel. I’ve eaten here before where he hasn’t, but I like it when he chooses to do that. Afterward we watch a movie, and I hold his cock in my mouth, drooling all over his balls and the towel beneath him. Sir lubes his fingers sometimes and uses them to fuck my hole, which nearly kills me and he clearly enjoys.

When we go to sleep, I lie between his legs, surrounded by his sexy, musky scent, and I can’t help feeling that this is what home smells like.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Marshall

“You’re a bastard.Why are you good at everything?” John asks me when we’re in the locker room after our showers. We just finished playing pickleball and are going out to lunch. I’ve still been avoiding him as much as possible, which makes me feel like a terrible person, but being around him does the same. I guess that’s the price I pay for secretly sleeping with his son.

“You’re talking to me about being good at everything? Have you meet you?” I tease, earning a laugh from him. It sounds similar to Jay’s, which makes my stomach clinch uncomfortably because thinking of Jay’s laugh makes me want to smile. I love being on the receiving end of it, like I accomplished a goal I didn’t know I had for myself, and the last thing I should be doing is thinking about that now.

Or the fact that I still haven’t fucked him, but he’s slept at my house more than once in the past few weeks since I allowed him to the first time. Subs have slept over before, but not more than once in such a short time span. This is getting out of hand quickly, and I’m not really sure how I feel about it.

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