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Part VI

An Honest Mistake

>>If you want it, you’ll have to be a better boy for daddy

When the text message flashed across the screen of his work phone, Daniel nearly ran his shopping cart into a display of Jose Cuervo.

“What the fuck,” he said under his breath, fumbling to unlock the phone.

A young woman shot him a dirty look over from the vodka aisle. He frowned at her before pulling the cart out of the middle of the aisle and turning away so that no one could see his screen.

He flicked it open and navigated to the text messages. Waiting for him there was the text message that had appeared on the lock screen, along with a photo thumbnail of what appeared to be a hard, pierced cock.

Working as a liquor and grocery delivery driver meant Daniel was always glued to the phone, taking new orders, sending text messages to shoppers, and filling out his timesheet on the app. Daniel only used it to communicate with customers—and the delivery company had a strict policy about not texting anybody else with the work phones.

Nobody had the number but his customers. Either someone thought sending a dick pic would be a funny way to fuck with him or a customer had texted him by accident.

He knew he should delete it straightaway.

But as it always did, curiosity got the better of Daniel. He tapped the thumbnail.

There was a moment of sexual vertigo as he looked at the unsolicited dick picture someone had texted to him.

Leave it to me, he thought, to get turned on in the middle of ABC Liquor by the texting equivalent of a flasher.

Good God it was a nice looking cock, though. It was a nice looking everything—a surprisingly well-framed dick shot. Soft natural light played off a thick metal ring through the flushed tip, a tattooed hand wrapped around a thick, perfectly proportioned erection.

Daniel scrolled back up to the message and his body threatened to break out in a cold sweat.

>>If you want it, you’ll have to be a better boy for daddy

Daniel dragged a hand down the groin of his jeans, fighting the throb of arousal that pulsed through him.

Please don’t tell me that I’m capable of being turned on by the word “daddy,”he thought angrily at himself. I’m fucked up enough as it is without goddamn daddy baggage.

Little thought bubbles came up under the message, indicating the person was about to text him again. Daniel held his breath.

>>Oh my god

>>Oh my god i am so sorry

>>That was NOT meant for you

>>Holy shit

Daniel snorted and thought of the fifty different responses he would send if he was on his own private phone.

>>Ok, but it *could* be meant for me…

>>My evening is definitely looking up...

>>I could be a good boy for you.

Or even better, Daniel thought about what it would be like to excuse himself to the liquor store bathroom, snapping his own picture to send back as proof that there had been no harm done by the accidental dick pic.

Instead, he grimaced and tapped out the type of response that wouldn’t get him fired:

>>Lol no worries, finishing your order now

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