Page 7 of Daddy Down Under

My breath caught. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had been so bold with me. It was refreshing. “I might take you up on that,” I said, shocking myself.

Ocean’s grin widened. “I was hoping you’d say that. So tell me, Cash, what does a guy like you do for fun when he’s not conquering the business world?”

I hesitated, realizing I didn’t have a good answer. When was the last time I’d done anything purely for enjoyment?

Ocean must have sensed my discomfort because he quickly added, “Let me guess, workaholic?”

I laughed, grateful for the out. “Is it that obvious?”

“It’s never too late to change. Maybe now’s the time to build in some fun.”

Maybe it was. Maybe meeting Ocean was the perfect excuse to have some fun—even if it wasn’t quite the kind that Oliver had in mind.

I waited until the flight attendant had collected our glasses, then turned toward Ocean. “So, on a scale of not at all to deeply repentant, how guilty do you feel about crashing into me like that?”

CHAPTER THREE

In which Ocean plays a game I don’t know the rules of. He confuses the hell out of me.

“We kindly askyou to pay attention to the following safety demonstration, even if you’re a frequent traveler, as each aircraft is different.”

I tuned the audio of the safety demonstration out and watched Ocean. His eyes had widened at my question, and he was now sporting the most mischievous grin. He was sassy, this one, and I couldn’t wait to hear his response.

He leaned into me, and I bent my ear toward him so I could hear him over the safety announcement. His hot breath danced over the sensitive skin of my ear, and a shiver meandered down my spine. Then the hot, wet tip of Ocean’s tongue traced my ear shell, and Jesus fuck, I was hard in seconds, the blood rushing to my cock so fast I was lightheaded.

“What if I said I felt really, really guilty?”

Every whispered word was a breathy caress to my system, a jolt of electricity that set me on fire. Knowing that we were taxiing and no one could see us, I took his hand and put it on the iron pipe in my pants. “If you were so inclined, you could assuage your guilt by taking care of that.”

He gave an appreciative hum, and when I let go of his hand, kept it where it was. He squeezed, then traced the outline of my cock with his index finger. “You’re packing, Mr. Sullivan.”

That should not sound as hot and sexy as it did to me. “A solid seven inches.”

“Mmm, nice. Good girth too.”

He was playing me as much as I had him, and I recognized an expert when I saw one. “Never had any complaints.”

He slipped his fingers behind my belt and somehow managed to loosen it with one hand. The button and zipper followed, and I could barely bite back a moan as his fingertips touched my cockhead.

“You’re leaking…”

“That’s all you.”

The plane turned onto the runway, and the engines roared to life. We sped up, and down the runway we went, the noise drowning out the low moan I let out when Ocean swiped a drop of precum off my slit, then licked it off his finger. I really hoped my cardiologist had interpreted my latest EKG results correctly because dying of a heart attack under the circumstances would be a damn sad way to go.

Ocean’s chuckle vibrated through me, the tease. He was playing with me, and somehow, I loved it. How had I given up the upper hand so easily? I had no clue, but even stranger was that I couldn’t seem to mind. I felt more alive than I had in months, if not years, and right now, I’d do anything to keep feeling like this, even if it meant letting a…

Oh Jesus, the kid was only twenty-four. Somehow, his age hadn’t fully registered with me, but I’d been there when he was born. Not in the actual delivery room, as Marcia had kicked Preston out and I’d kept him company in the hospital waiting room, but I’d laid eyes on Palmer minutes after he was born. He was twenty-four, and I was literally old enough to be his father. That realization should have made me deflate instantly, but it didn’t. On the contrary, my cock gave a little jolt, apparently turned on by the idea. Pervy, but that was nothing new.

We were pressed back in our seats as the plane gained altitude fast. “We’re running out of time here if you want to avoid people seeing what you’re doing,” I told Ocean.

He grinned at me. “Oh, did you think I’d finish you right away? Hell no, not when I have an hour and a half to play with you.”

An hour and a half to play with me? He was joking, right? He couldn’t seriously intend to…

But despite Ocean’s cheeky smile, there was a hardness in his eyes, a quiet determination that had me reconsidering.

He pushed my cock back into my underwear and zipped me back up. Seconds later, I was decent again—though my erection wasn’t exactly PG-13.

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