Page 52 of Fitch

I hummed happily. I knew I couldn’t stay on top of him or inside him forever, but his breaths evened out and he slept with a smile.

This fucking boy.

For as short a time as it had been, he already owned a piece of my heart. I had no idea how long this arrangement would last, but I was grateful for it.

I was happy.

I reluctantly pulled out of him but quickly wrapped him up in a full embrace. He slept soundly with his head on my chest, my arm around his small frame.

I studied the way his eyelashes cast shadows on his pale cheeks, how his lips parted.

I wanted to cherish and protect this boy for as long as he’d have me. I wanted to be everything he needed. When he was here with me, whatever limited time per week we had, he was mine.

I put the rest of the mess—his job, the court case—out of my mind, kissed his temple, resting my chin on his head, and I closed my eyes.

Morning came all too soon.I made him breakfast, made him eat. Then I made him shower and made him come.

He rewarded me with cuddles and kisses, curling into me and purring like a damn cat.

I dropped him home and he sat in my car for a long moment, his hand on the door handle, but he made no attempt to leave.

I didn’t want him to.

“So next week then,” he said.

“Absolutely,” I replied quickly.

His blue eyes met mine, searching, and so god help me, he looked vulnerable.

“Hey,” I said, reaching out and taking his hand. “Where’s the bratty kid with the big mouth?”

He groaned, his head leaning against the headrest. “Ugh. You’re making it so hard to leave.”

Telling him to stay another day was on the tip of my tongue...

“I had a really good night,” he whispered. “But I should go.”

Tell him to stay. Tell him to stay...

But how could I? That’s not what we agreed to, and if one of us was supposed to be the adult, it was supposed to be me.

Boundaries were important. Limits and self-control by the guidelines thatI’dinsisted on.

“Next Friday,” I said. “I’m already looking forward to it.”

He squinted at me and made a pitiful whiny sound. “That’s so far away, daddy.”

I scowled at him, feigning annoyance when we both knew I loved his bratty side. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll give you a reward.”

He grinned at me. “Do I get any hints?”

“No.”

“Is it milk?” He leaned toward me and purred. “Because this little kitty loves daddy’s milk.”

Resisting the urge to groan, I grabbed his chin. “Behave.”

He grinned at me, that cheeky spark back in his eyes. “Yes, daddy.” He opened the door but stopped. “Just so you know, I’m going to text you. It’s probably going to be filthy. Maybe even some photos of me naked. Maybe a video? Depends how horny I am without you.”

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