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“Me either,” I admitted, then remembered that I was supposed to be stoic and stern. I cleared my throat. “I will text you when I’m leaving work with my ETA. Be ready.”

“Oh, I will.”

Happiness burned through me. I was fucking elated. “Be a good boy,” I said. “Go to bed early. You won’t be sleeping much tomorrow night.”

He laughed and it made me smile. “Good night, daddy.”

“Night.”

I disconnected the call before I could say something stupid like sweet dreams or sleep tight.

Then my phone beeped with another message.

This was a photo, very similar to the last one he’d sent me. Though this time, he was lifting the waistband of his trunks up so I could see his erection hiding in the fabric.

I’m hard for you already, daddy

Oh fuck.

Not trusting myself to call him again and tell him I was on my way to get him, I thumbed out a quick reply instead.

Don’t touch it. Save it for daddy tomorrow night.

I could just imagine him cursing me out while I couldn’t hear or see him.

Instead his reply was short and sweet.

Of course, daddy

I’d expected something bratty in response but no, it was serious. And it was the perfect good-boy response. That happiness that burned in me grew a little hotter. Something that might resemble contentment if I’d cared to study it a bit more.

But I didn’t.

Because overthinking this would kill it, and I didn’t want that.

I had no idea how long this arrangement would go on for, but I fully intended to enjoy it every second.

I wasn’t expectingto see Nolan at work the next morning, but with a quiet knock on my door, it was a nice surprise to see him. “Hey,” he said. “Got a sec?”

“Absolutely,” I said, pushing my keyboard away. “Come in.”

He sat across from me, and he looked a mix of tired, stressed, but something in him was different.

It took me a second to realise what it was.

Peacefulness.

“Benji’s down the hall, just going over some things with his new legal team,” he said.

I gave him a smile. “How is he?”

“Good,” Nolan said. “He’s happy now that he’s going ahead with the new evidence submission, like he’s stopped running. He just wants it all over with now.”

“Understandable.” I studied him some more, noting more of his tiredness. “And how about you?”

“I’m... I’m probably the best I’ve ever been,” he said, then shook his head at himself. “I mean, I’d probably sleep better without this whole godawful court case hanging over us, but...”

“But what?”

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