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He managed a small smile, embarrassed. And I liked that we could be open and vulnerable with each other.

“Let me tell you something,” I added. “There’s nothing wrong about it. Iamyour boy. Yours, and no one else’s.”

Dominic smiled before he kissed my lips. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for talking this out,” I said. “I was gonna do a runner in the cab just so I didn’t have to hear whatever goodbye you were gonna hit me with.”

“No goodbyes.” He inhaled deeply. “You know what I want to do?”

I smiled. “Do tell, daddy.”

He smirked at me. “I want to feed you, shower you, put you to bed, and hold you all night long.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, feed me, as in?—?”

He shook his head. “No. No sex tonight. I just need to hold you. Make sure you’re safe. Is that okay?”

No sex? But the trade-off was getting to be looked after and treated as if I was the most precious thing in his life?

“Anything you say, daddy.”

NINE

DOMINIC

I wasn’t kiddingwhen I said all I wanted to do was make sure Fitch was safe in my arms.

I wanted to hold him forever.

Seeing those thugs with guns, then all those cops swarming them, all I could see was Fitch.

Nolan ran off ahead, getting to Benji as fast as he could, and I could barely get my legs to work at all.

And god, how I’d wanted to pull him into a crushing hug in front of everyone. But there were cops and people with phones recording, and I had the court case in the back of my mind.

I couldn’t jeopardise that.

Then Fitch had to go and say it was all such a rush, as if him being in danger hadn’t just taken ten years off my life.

Fuck, I was so mad.

Angry at the whole situation—at me for agreeing to the police operation and telling Fitch he’d be okay—but also angry at him for not understanding how important he is to me.

I needed to learn how to deal with my anger apparently because it scared him, and I’d made him cry.

I’d made my fucking boy cry.

He’d thought I was going to end our agreement, cast him aside, leave him.

He’d called himself worthless.

I clearly had a lot of work to do.

And I would start by cherishing him. I would prove to him that he was not worthless. That he meant the world to me.

So I made sure he ate, then I made sure he was showered. I dressed him, dried his hair with a towel then combed it through with my fingers, giving him a soft kiss. Then I took him to bed.

Where I did nothing but wrap him up in my arms and hold him until he fell asleep.

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