Page 78 of Fitch

Ky’s eyes met mine, and I thought for sure he was gonna give nothing away, like he usually did. But this time he nodded. “Something like that.”

Holy, holy shit.

“An NDA?” I cried. “What does that even mean? That they’re famous or something? Nah,” I said, answering my own question. “If Dominic and Nolan know them, then they’re some hotshot lawyers or something.”

Ky closed his eyes to the sunshine but then locked his lips with an imaginary key.

“Nolan wouldn’t say much,” Benji said. “Just that Dominic had to call them.”

“And Dominic wouldn’t tell me shit,” I admitted. “And I tried all the tricks. All of them, lemme tell ya.”

Benji chuckled. “I bet you did.” He sighed happily. “Dominic’s hot, by the way.”

“Hey. You keep your eyeballs on your own guy. And I know he’s hot. Like damn. And his dick. Like wow. And I’ve had some good dick before?—”

“And some very mediocre dick,” Benji mumbled.

“True. But Dominic...” I sighed out a groan. “That man and the things I would let him do to me.”

“The things youdolet him do to you,” Ky said, not even opening his eyes.

I snorted. “Yes. Because damn. And not just his dick,” I allowed. “His whole damn body. He has chest hair that is hot as fuck. His hands... lord, his hands. And his scent, fuck, he smells so good. God, I feel like a puppet on strings with him, ya know? He’s the puppeteer, and I do whatever he wants. When he goes into daddy mode, something switches in my brain and I comply. It’s so fucking hot. He could walk through this door right now and order me to bend over right here in front of you guys, and I fucking would.”

I expected them to laugh or comment, but when neither was forthcoming, I opened my eyes to find them both staring at me.

“What?”

“You’re in love with him,” Benji said quietly.

I scoffed at that, a knee-jerk reaction. “Yeah right. Love? In our industry?”

Ky shook his head and closed his eyes to the sun. “He’s down bad.”

I was about to tell him to fuck off again but... he wasn’t lying.

I was.

Fuck.

I let out a long sigh. “I don’t want to love him,” I murmured.

“But you do,” Benji added.

I whined. “He’s so... he’s everything I could ever want. He’s more than that. He fills a void that I didn’t even know was a void. I just thought the daddy thing was a bit of a kink, a bit of fun, ya know? I mean who doesn’t like being manhandled by a big burly older guy who uses you as his personal sex toy?”

“Who’s also rich and successful,” Ky added quietly.

“It’s not the money,” I said, then sighed. Because it kinda was, but maybe it wasn’t. “If he couldn’t pay me anymore, I’d still want to see him. I don’t want to stop seeing him. It’s supposed to be two nights per week, but it’s been more often than that these last two weeks, and he pays me extra, but I never asked him to. I didn’t expect him to, didn’t even want him to. I just need to be with him. He makes me feel...”

“Safe?” Benji replied.

“Loved . . . and wanted,” Ky added.

I sighed long and loud, because yes. Yes to all of that.

“You’ve fallen in love with him,” Benji repeated, softer this time. “And it’s understandable. I mean, look at me. Head over heels for Nolan, and no fucking regrets.”

I looked at Benji then, seeing how happy he was. And he deserved that. Fuck, he deserved it so much. Which made my concerns feel selfish.

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