Page 71 of Tutoring Mr. Hotshot

I sigh as I pull out my phone.

Rodney:It’s fine that we’re here right now? You’re not going to change your mind on me later?

Aries:I told Andry it was fine.

Aries:Only rule is no sex on the bed.

Aries:Oh, wait! The couch too. I don’t want to have to buy a new one.

Aries:K? Thx. BYYYEEEEE

Rodney:I’M NOT HAVING SEX IN YOUR HOUSE!!!

My panic must show on my face because Andry leans over to look at my phone screen. I can’t pull it away quick enough for him to miss what I put in all caps.

“What if Daddy wanted to have you? Would you still tell me no, then?”

I blink over at him, my throat dry now that he’s suggesting we actually do what I just swore we wouldn’t. Then again, I always freeze up when he mentions intimacy between us. Adding in our Daddy and boy roles makes it even more tricky.

I’m still adjusting to what it all means. How am I supposed to act? How do I know when it’s ok to say yes or no?

As if he’s reading my mind, he leans over to pull my phone from my hand. Once he lays it on the counter, he wraps his arms around my waist.

“You don’t have to agree to everything I say, little genius.”

“I don’t?”

“Not at all. If you don’t want to do something, then you don’t have to. Accepting what I want as the only way doesn’t work. We both have to want it.”

I tilt my head. “I do want you, Daddy.”

The title slips out easier each time I say it. It’s like his reassurance gives me the peace to do what I wanted to all along.

“That’s good. Because I want you too.”

“But this IS my brother’s house. Maybe it’s weird for us to have sex here.”

He shakes his head. “He was specific about where we couldn’t, right? That’s what I saw.”

“He was.”

“And he has a perfectly good guest room.”

This time, it’s not a question. He knows as well as I do that there’s a guest room here. He saw it on the tour Aries gave him when we first showed up. My brother was quick since he needed to get to practice, though there had been enough time to get the layout of things.

Raymond is hanging out with Finn today, hence why we have the place to ourselves.

“Daddy would like to take you upstairs to have his way with you. Is that something you’d like too?”

I bite my lip as I nod. “Yes, please.”

He raises a brow.

“Yes, please, Daddy,” I correct.

As if by some choreographed plan, we fall in step as we leave the kitchen where we’d been chatting over our open books. There’s more work to do, yet we both know there’s no focusing when there’s pent-up energy.

A couple of orgasms will hopefully clear our minds.

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