Page 71 of Fitch

“Am I dressing you today?”

He nodded.

I sat on the end of my bed, and he stood before me, completely naked. This was probably a little excessive, but he was in such a blissful state, I didn’t want to burst his bubble.

For him to act like this meant that he felt safe and secure and all his needs were met. It was all I ever wanted.

“Which underwear today?” I asked.

“Love hearts,” he said. “Hearts for daddy.” His cheeks flushed pink, and so god help me, it made me giddy.

He put his hand on my shoulder as he stepped into them and I pulled them up, adjusting his crotch. The fabric barely concealed anything, dipping low to hold his junk.

Of course he loved them.

“Which shorts?”

“No shorts,” he replied.

I met his gaze. “None?”

He shook his head, his tongue licking his top lip. “No, daddy. I want you to see me, and want me, and have me whenever you like.”

Jesus.

After the mind-altering orgasm barely half an hour ago, I wasn’t sure how it was possible to want more.

But I did.

I needed to show some self-control around him.

I cleared my throat. “Right then. Uh, shirt?”

Fitch laughed as I pulled the Daddy’s Number One Boy shirt over his head. It didn’t cover his barely contained crotch, but he liked that the most, apparently.

He was wearing this outfit to kill me; I was sure of it.

He did a full turn, letting me take it all in. “Do you like it?”

“Very much.”

He came to stand between my legs, his hand on my chest, and his smile faded away. He was nervous all of a sudden.

“What is it, boy?”

“We have to go do the police interview thing today?”

I nodded. I’d already told him I’d take him, stay with him. “You should probably wear some shorts for that though.”

He almost smiled, then looked at his hand on my heart. “I want to come back here,” he murmured. “I want to stay another night. I want to spend all day with you; just be here with you. Please let me stay longer. You don’t have to pay me, I just want to stay with you.”

Oh, holy shit.

I put my finger to his chin, making him look at me. “You can stay as long as you want,” I whispered. “Having you here is...” God, I wasn’t sure I could say this out loud. I didn’t want to ruin this perfect day by dropping something as wild and heavy as the L word on him. “It makes me happy.”

He smiled, his eyes a little glassy. “Me too.”

“You make me happy, Fitch,” I admitted quietly. “You can stay whenever you want. As my boy, or just as Fitch. No pressure.”

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