Page 64 of Born Daddy

“If it’s too soon, I understand compl—”

“Yes!” Tate slapped a hand to his mouth. “Sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Rogan chuckled. “God, you’re cute. And beautiful. Never doubt that for a sec.”

Tate blushed. “Thank you.” He didn’t know what else to say.

“Thanks for calling me Daddy, too.” Rogan let out a contented sigh. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to, but I’m glad you do.”

“You said I was your boy in front of Lenny.”

Rogan laughed with more gusto. “I guess I did, didn’t I? Man.” He shook his head. “I feel so fucking alive.”

Tate grinned, snuggling up to Rogan some more. He laid a hand on Rogan’s chest, the steady, thumping of his Daddy’s heart quick beneath Tate’s palm. After all that had gone on that night, Rogan’s delight at their blossoming dynamic shone through. Tate only hoped Rogan would continue to feel the same excitement as they grew closer.

“Is there anything my boy wants to ask me before we go and pack up a few things for you to bring back here?”

Rogan winked at him with a smile, and everything clicked into place. This was real. Rogan was going all in and now it was Tate’s turn to give him permission to move forward.

“We can talk in the truck. I’d rather leave now to go do that, please.”

Rogan squeezed Tate’s shoulder. “We can talk in the truck, when we get back, and when we’re lying in bed. There’ll be lots and lots of discussions while we figure each other out, and I insist you ask me anything and everything. No holding back for either of us.”

Tate vaguely grasped everything Rogan had said, but his mind latched on to the part where they’d be lying in bed.

“Does that mean we’re ready to have sex?”

Rogan snort-chuckled. “I can’t wait until we are, but we’re not yet.”

Tate’s features must’ve fallen because Rogan pulled him close and placed a quick kiss on his forehead. He regarded Tate again.

“I should’ve clarified the part about us being in bed together. Even before Mitch used me as his personal punching bag, I’d decided we should wait. Not because you’re not the most desirable man I’ve ever met, but to allow us to settle into our new roles.” Rogan caressed Tate’s cheek. “Sweetheart, we’re taking a big step. Huge. And I know we’ll have fits and starts—most likely due to me and my inexperience. I think we should allow ourselves a chance to breathe and process all the changes.”

Daddy was right. But the disappointment was still real.

“Okay, Daddy. I’ll behave.”

Rogan arched his eyebrows. “Already have a few tricks up your sleeve, I take it?”

Tate’s face flushed hot. “Maybe.”

“If you tease Daddy, I might have to give you a spanking.”

Tate’s eyes widened and he gulped.

“Mmm.” Rogan brushed his nose against Tate’s temple as he stroked his thumb across his cheek. “I guess I can add that to the list.”

“List?”

“That’s one of the things Master Zane said we need to start with. Each of us writing down what we want from our relationship. He counseled me to make sure we discussed your desires and what you need to be fulfilled in your role as my boy, what your hard limits are.” Rogan looked him in the eyes again. “I’m taking it that spanking is a good thing for you.”

“Yeah, but not as punishment.” He gave a sheepish shrug. “You’re actually encouraging me to tease you by saying that.”

Rogan barked out a laugh. “Okay, gotcha. See? Lots to learn.” He patted Tate’s knee. “Come on. Let’s go get your stuff and you can tell me about the five things you like about yourself on the drive over.”

Tate had completely forgotten about that. “Oh yeah. Let me grab my list. Otherwise, I won’t remember what I wrote.”

Rogan offered him a hand and Tate stood. “Interesting. We’ll have to work on that so you can recall them without a second thought.”

Tate grinned. Even though Rogan might be new at a lot of Daddy things, he was already an expert in one area.

Making him feel cherished.

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