Page 2 of Little Bedtime Snack

“Very nice.” Jeb chuckled as he turned toward his lane. "And hey, maybe you'll finally meet that special someone, huh?"

How nice that would be. I'd been longing for a Daddy of my own for so long. Someone to take care of me and make me feel safe. Maybe Jeb was right. Maybe this was my chance. "Yeah, you’re right. Let’s do it."

Jeb whooped, drawing curious glances from a few passing motorists. "That's my boy! This is gonna be epic."

We waved goodbye as we each headed to our booths.

Suddenly, I was so excited for Friday night. It couldn't come soon enough.

2

MASON

I glanced up from the mountain of paperwork littering my desk as Jeff sauntered into my office. He had a triumphant grin plastered across his face as he plopped his ass on the edge of my mahogany desk. “Well, it’s done.”

Leaning back in my leather chair, I smiled wide. I’d been nervous about this one. "The Baxter deal closed without a hitch?"

“No hitches in sight, my guy.” Jeff nodded. "Those jackasses tried to play hardball, but in the end, we killed it!" He reached over for a high-five.

I slapped his palm. It had been a grueling few months putting together this massive commercial development deal, and I was glad all those long nights, working weekends, and endless meetings were behind us. It had been worth it, but there were nights when I wondered if we were spinning our wheels for nothing.

The few million in brokerage fees heading our way was going to be nice.

"We deserve to celebrate, Mase. Whad'ya say we hit up Club Primal tonight? Unwind, grab a drink, scope out a playmate. I hear it's Littles Night." Jeff waggled his eyebrows and patted his chest. “You know how much they love warm milk.”

My mind instantly flashed to tousled hair, wide innocent eyes, smooth skin, and lithe limbs. I didn’t think of Caleb often, but any mention of Littles brought his memories to the surface. It had been far too long since I'd indulged that side of myself. Ever since Caleb and I ended things last year, I'd thrown myself into work, ignoring the Daddy in me who yearned for a sweet, obedient little boy to care for and share my milk with.

I rubbed a hand over my stubbled jaw and considered his offer. "I'm kinda beat and was looking forward to a quiet night of junk TV and sleep."

Jeff shook his head. "Bullshit. You need this. We both do, and I won’t take no for an answer." He fixed me with the pointed look that he had perfected with his boys.

"Don’t give me yourbecause I said soglare.“

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He totally did. “You haven't been to the club in ages, and it’s time to get back out there." That part was true.

"Fine.” Arguing with him wasn’t going to get me anywhere. When he got like this, he won. It was great for work—not so great for when he was asking me to bend to his will. “I’ll meet you there at eight?"

"Hell yeah!" Jeff pushed up off the desk and stepped back. "Wear the black button-down that makes you look like sex on a stick. You'll have the boys falling all over themselves to call you Daddy tonight."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Get the fuck out of here, man. Some of us still have work to do."

Jeff danced his way out of my office. "Lock up your Littles. These Daddies are goin’ huntin’!"

“Dork.” I turned back to my computer and tried to focus on the email I needed to respond to, but my traitorous thoughts kept wandering to the possibility of soft skin, needy whimpers, and worshiping eyes gazing up at me from my chest.

Shit. I palmed my half-hard cock through my slacks and tried to clear the vision from my mind. My eager dick was awake and excited for our plans. But I couldn’t go walking into the club fully torqued. I blew out a breath and willed myself to concentrate.

Just get through the next few hours, Mase. Then you can let the beast out to play.

The key clicked in the lock as I pushed open my front door on auto-pilot. My mind was completely focused on the night's possibilities. I tossed my bag on the entryway table and loosened my tie with one hand while I kicked off my shoes.

"Daddy's home," I muttered to myself. The thought of having a boy waiting for me to come home and shower me with kisses sent a jolt straight to my cock. It had been semi-hard since I'd made the decision to hit up Little Night, and I needed to take the edge off before going out.

As I made my way to my bathroom, I was already taking off my clothes, leaving a trail of designer suit pieces in my wake. Theywere ready for the dry cleaner, anyway. By the time I reached the shower, I was fully nude and fully erect.

The hot spray felt heavenly as it cascaded over my muscular frame. I braced one hand against the tile wall and reached down to grasp my dick with the other. A low groan escaped my lips as I began to stroke.

"Fuck!" My hips rocked into my fist as I focused on what I wanted to happen tonight. It had been too long since I'd indulged in the club scene. It was easier to just work and be alone, but images of boys in onesies and diapers, coyly glancing at me and wondering if I would choose them or if they should approach me, instantly ratcheted up my arousal.

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