Page 54 of Fitch

I damn near groaned in the middle of the grocery aisle.

His voice was small and smooth. “Are you thinking about it right now, daddy?”

Jesus H. Christ.

“How you’re gonna fuck me when you see me next? Gonna cram that huge cock into my tiny body, daddy?”

I bit back a groan and urged my dick to behave. I was in a supermarket, for fuck’s sake. “You’re being a brat.”

He laughed, such a happy carefree sound and I needed to change the subject.

He was totally playing me.

“Is there anything else I can get for you while I’m here?” I asked, trying to be as casual as I could. “Food, I mean. Nothing obscene. I’ll have to look online for that.”

He laughed again, though it faded to a hum. “Lollipops. I think we’re gonna needa lotof lollipops.”

He sentme another text on Monday night, and after the day I’d had, it made me smile.

Of course, it was a body shot of him. He seemed to be laying down on a bed, the room small and the walls a dirty blue. But he was wearing nothing but black trunks, his pale abs on display.

And a comment followed directly after.

Proof I do own them

I wanted to reply but didn’t know what to say without it sounding corny, so instead I hit Call.

He answered with a smile in his voice. “Hello, daddy.”

I leaned back on the sofa with a sigh. “Are you being a good boy?”

“Of course. I’m lying on my bed, watching TikToks on my phone. But I got bored and wondered what you were doing.”

“I’ve been home for twenty minutes.”

“You sound like you had a bad day.”

I sighed. “It was . . . long.”

He hummed. “Poor daddy. Is there anything I can do?”

If only he knew how much he was doing already. “No. Your text made me smile. But it was easier to call you than reply. I’m old, remember?”

He gasped. “You’re not old. You’re the perfect age.”

I smiled despite how old I felt. “Perfect age for what?”

“For being my daddy.”

Kinda walked right into that one.

God, how I wished he was here right now. Just to lie on the couch with me, to cuddle and hold.

Which was a dangerous thought... because that was more than just a sexual arrangement.

“Not working tonight?” I asked, and I regretted asking it the second it was out of my mouth.

“Nope. Mondays are quiet. Ky’s in his room. Benji’s not here so it’s kinda boring.”

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