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“Daddy…”

“I love you, baby. I’ve been falling for a long time, and maybe it’s too fast, but it’s right. I’ve never felt this way for anyone before. Granted my history isn’t very long, but it’s enough for me to know what I do and don’t want.

“I love your messiness, your mouth that gets you in so much trouble, and the way you care about those around you. I love how you care for James, and how you try to be what he needs. I love that you’re not afraid to ask me for what you need. Maybe this is too soon, but I’m done caring.”

When his tears fall, I swipe them away before gently leaning in and kissing him. “I love you, Ashby Percival Wescott, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He laughs a little before a sob escapes and I kiss him again, tasting the salt from his tears on my lips.

“I love you, too, Daddy.” He takes a shuddering breath. “Soren. Daddy. Mine.”

“Yeah, I’m yours, and you’re mine. And you still need to be punished.”

He groans but nods. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Over the desk, baby.”

Doc sighs but moves back enough that I can slide out from between him and the desk. I help him lean over the wooden surface, my breath catching at the sight of him stretched out before me.

Ghosting my hand over his ass, I smile at his moan.

“I can’t wait for you to wear my marks again,” I tell him before going back around the desk. Reaching into the drawer, Ipull out the sturdy, old-school wooden ruler I found while I was waiting.

“Oh, fuck,” he says when he sees it.

I laugh. “Oh fuck is right, baby. This might hurt…a lot.”

“You don’t have to do this,” I remind Soren as he shrugs into his suit jacket.

“I want to. If you try to talk me out of it one more time, I may start thinking you don’t want me there.”

My cheeks heat and I huff. “No, that’s not it at all,” I assure him. “I want you there, but I also know the shit we’re going to get from my parents, and I’d rather save you from that.”

“It’ll be fine, Doc.” He steps into my personal space and does up my tie. “I want to be there, and I can handle whatever your parents try to throw at us. I’m not ashamed to let the whole world know you’re mine.”

He presses a hand against my shoulder, directly over one of the fresh bite marks there. Heat flares through me, and my caged cock makes a valiant effort to get hard.

“You don’t play fair, Daddy.”

Soren smirks and leans in to kiss me lightly. “Never claimed to. Now, let’s go. I’m not sure I want to know the consequences of being late.”

I grimace but follow him out of the bedroom, because I know he’s right, Cristian doesn’t have the patience for tardiness.

James is waiting for us in the foyer, his expressionless bodyguard mask in place, but that doesn’t stop him checking me out from head to toe, and when he meets my eyes again, his lips twitch.

“You clean up nicely, my dear,” he mocks.

“Shut up.” I roll my eyes, even as the teasing words warm me from the inside.

“And me?” Soren asks with a quirk to his lips.

“You look like jailbait,” James says, serious except for the twinkle in his light brown eyes.

Soren laughs. “Exactly what I was going for.” He threads his arm through mine and gently tugs. “Shall we?”

James opens the front door and waves a hand for us to precede him. The driver of the car, Gabriele, is already patiently waiting by the rear door, and opens it as soon as Soren leads me out of the house.

Gabriele’s face is as impassive as James’s, but the sparkle in his eyes is hard to miss. “Looking good, Doc,” he says as he holds the door open.

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