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“You keep doing that, and I’ll not be responsible for what happens next.” His hands rested on my waist, and he pushed me down. He was half-hard, and my cock plumped up.
“As much as I would love having your dick in my hands again, Drew would not be happy if he caught us.”
I leant in for a swift kiss, my pulse racing as he grabbed my arse, kneading my cheeks.
He deepened the kiss as I fingered his soft curls. Everything about him turned me on, but it was getting late. Reluctantly I pulled back, completely breathless.
Midnight-blue eyes stared back at me lustily, and damn if I didn’t want to carry on, have him take me to my bed. I wasn’t interested in sex, not right now. Just his nearness, the comfort he was offering, the kisses he was now peppering my face with. That was what I wanted.
“You should go.” I hopped off his lap, his arousal clear.
If he didn’t go now…
He checked his watch and cursed. We’d slept for a good few hours.
“Will you call me?” he asked.
I nodded, wrapping my arms around me, shivering.
He slipped on his jacket. “Look, Liam.”
I didn’t want to know what he was about to say, and I pushed him towards the front door.
“I’ll call you tomorrow. I promise, and this evening was perfect.” He needed reassurance more than I did.
“Are you sure? I…” Poor guy looked conflicted.
“John, go, and I’ll call you. We both have work tomorrow. Now shoo!”
He kissed my cheek and stepped outside, almost falling on his arse.
Frost lay thick on the ground, and he walked gingerly to his car and drove off. I shut the door quietly and locked it.
Tonight had been unexpected but not unwelcome, and when I called him Daddy, he hadn’t hesitated. He’d stepped into the role completely. Maybe I hadn’t finished with it after all.
With the house now in darkness, I warily climbed the stairs to my room. I sank into my bed, wrapping myself tightly in my duvet against the cold. Drew hated putting the heating on, saying it was too expensive. If the weather continued like this, I’d ignore him and turn the heating as high as possible.
The house was an old terraced property, probably built in the early 1900s, and in winter, it was freezing. I huffed out a breath and shivered. I closed my eyes. If I went to sleep now, I’d have around seven hours before I had to get up, but my mind wouldn’t rest.
A lot had happened today, not least of all the news that Stuart could get early parole. As John had said earlier, it wasn’t a done deal, and he could just move prisons. That would be slightly better, but I still had no idea why he was even being considered for it. How anyone thought he’d reformed and become a paragon of virtue was beyond my comprehension.
Add in the unexpected but sexy ending of the evening, and my mind refused to quiet, buzzing with a thousand thoughts.
When I was still awake at three, I went downstairs. Maybe a mug of warm milk would help. The house was silent and very, very dark.
I ventured towards the kitchen, not wanting to turn on the lights and upset Drew further.
“It’s all good. There’s no one down here,” I whispered into the silence. “Stuart is safely locked up, not hiding in the pantry, waiting to jump out.”
What the fuck was that? I stopped but heard nothing more. It must have come from next door. Likely the neighbour coming home from his shift.
My heart pounded, but I made it to the kitchen unharmed and turned on the light. I breathed a sigh of relief. No one here. Thank fuck.
I filled the mug and quickly heated it up, then added a sprinkle of chocolate as John had done. Tomorrow would be a long fucking day, especially if Drew stayed annoyed. I should go back to bed. Hopefully, the milk would do its trick.
A hand landed on my shoulder, and I spun around, almost dropping my mug of milk.
“Jesus Christ, Drew. You scared the ever-loving shit out of me. I nearly had a heart attack.”
