Page 109 of Born Daddy

“No, I meant what you want to tell me, why we came inside.”

“Oh! God no, nothing’s wrong.”

Rogan pulled Tate onto his lap, something he’d been doing regularly for a while. Tate let his arms drape loosely around Rogan’s neck. Yes. This was much better.

“Oh dear.” Rogan furrowed his brow again as he regarded Tate. “I didn’t grab you too hard, did I? Jostle the plug too much?”

“No, Daddy.” Tate’s cock started firming up now that Rogan had called attention to the plug he’d been wearing all day. “This one’s so small, I barely notice it half the time.” He licked his lips, teasing Daddy being one of his new favorite activities. “Only the occasional zing if I move just right. If I was wearing the jumbo one, however…”

Rogan’s cheeks flushed, but Tate knew it was from arousal—not embarrassment.

“Uh, if you were wearing the jumbo one, I’d be fucking you with it right now, not holding you on my lap.”

Tate barked out a laugh. Daddy’s erection poking his thigh had become impossible to ignore.

“You could always try draping me across your lap and fucking me with it like that.” He bit his lip. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Rogan let out a groan. “Okay, you little rascal. Talk first, plugs of all kinds after.”

Tate bounced a little and was rewarded with the zing he’d been talking about. “Does that mean the penis one too?”

Rogan tskd. “Daddy said after.” He tapped Tate’s bottom lip with his index finger. “Only good boys get penis plugs.”

Tate grinned. “Okay, Daddy. You’re the boss.”

Rogan snorted. “I doubt that.” He gave Tate a quick kiss. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Tate was anxious to get on with it now that he knew Rogan planned on using the new cage after all.

“Then let’s talk.”

Rogan caressed Tate’s cheek and smiled. “I thought that might motivate you to listen.”

The affection etched across Rogan’s features made Tate a bit self-conscious, but he’d take it any day over an impassive gaze. He’d had enough of that attitude to last him for multiple lives.

At last, Rogan spoke. “Before I launch into anything, have you decided to take that job at the museum gift shop?”

Had he? He’d actually been wanting his Daddy’s advice about that. It would only be for four hours, three days a week, but one of those days was a Saturday. Even if he got the occasional day off, he’d still miss out on being with Daddy for most of the weekend. His interest in the job was considerably less than his interest in Daddy/boy time. But maybe Rogan thought the job would be good for him.

Tate plucked at the collar of Rogan’s shirt. “I’m not sure. It’s the kind of job I think I’d enjoy and there probably aren’t that many I would.” He sighed. “I know I’m being picky, but now that I’ve decided I don’t want to go to school just for the sake of going, and I can’t think of any special career I’d like to explore, I…” He gave a small shrug. “So far, this is the only possibility I’ve gotten excited over.”

“Then why aren’t you sure if you want it?”

He lowered his chin. “Because I’d rather be with you and I’d have to work Saturdays.”

“Ah, okay.” Rogan gave his waist a squeeze. “I’ll support whatever you decide, but here are some options to consider. You could always give it a try and see how you feel about working Saturdays. Or, you could wait for something you think is a better fit. I know sometimes it seems as if nothing better will ever come along, but that’s not true. There will be other jobs you might like as much, or more. And of course, there’s another option, too.”

“What’s that one?”

“This isn’t about me, all right?” Daddy arched his eyebrows. “And it can also be temporary. Like I said, new jobs will pop up.”

Tate was sure he already knew what Rogan was going to say, but it had been a while since he’d mentioned it. His assumption was that in the name of being supportive in Tate’s job quest, he hadn’t wanted to bring up the subject.

“I think that’s the best idea, Daddy.”

Rogan smirked. “I haven’t said anything.”

“You were going to suggest I stay home for now, right?”

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