Page 41 of Fitch

All I knew about Ky’s life before now was to not ask about it.

My phone buzzed again with a message from Dom.

7pm Friday. My place. Be there. Do not be late.

I did a little happy dance and showed Ky the screen.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he did almost smile.

I shot Dom a quick reply.

Yes daddy

Then I let my head fall back with a groan. “Seven o’clock tomorrow is so far away.”

Turns out,waiting wasn’t so bad.

Benji had appointments and interviews with the legal team and with the police. He had to give statements and statutory declarations. He was drained emotionally and tired as hell.

But he told me that Dom had been with him and Nolan during most of it and that Dom was a sharpshooter when it came to legal stuff. He was supportive but strict, ferocious when hehad to be, and always fair. He took no bullshit, listened intently, and he cared.

The perfect daddy.

It made my heart ache with affection for him.

And both Benji’s and Ky’s words warred in my head. One singing his praises, the other telling me it wasn’t real.

And the fact that Dom wanted to talk when we were alone, to discuss what Benji’s case meant for us, and more rules, most likely, I knew it would be a good thing.

I had things I needed to say to him too.

After the first round of fucking, that is...

So, duly douched and already lubed and a little loosened up, I was at his front door with five minutes to spare. The fact I’d been getting ready, was ready, for absolute ever and watched as time tormented me until it was time to leave, was beside the point.

It was a gorgeous evening already. The sun was getting low in an orange sky, birds were singing in his posh suburb, the sound of kids laughing somewhere down the street. And normally I’d take a second to appreciate it all, but none of that mattered. Not to me, not right now.

With a deep breath, I shoved a lollipop in my mouth for the full boy effect. I rang his doorbell, my belly full of butterflies, nerves frayed with anticipation and desire.

I heard his footsteps before the door swung inward.

And there he stood.

Dark suit pants, belt, pale blue business shirt, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. His greying hair looked as if he’d ran his hand through it a dozen times. His lips curled into a smirk when he saw me.

Oh yes, the lollipop had been a great idea.

The way his gaze burned when he saw it.

So fucking sexy.

I made a show of slowly pulling the lollipop through my lips. “Oh, daddy,” I said, making my voice soft and sweet. I let my backpack fall off one shoulder. “I was having trouble with my homework, and I was really hoping you could help me.”

He grinned, pulled me inside, took the backpack off me, and dropped it to the ground as he closed the door. He pinned me to the wall by the door, his glorious body dwarfing me as he lifted me up. I took the lollipop out so he could kiss me.

He was hard in all the best places, desperate, and forced his tongue into my mouth. His groan was obscene.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and let him devour me.

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