“Are you sure, Frank?”
I nod. “I trust you.” Fully and completely. Matthias nods and crawls back into bed, covering me with hisbody.
“I love you, Firecracker.”
I pull my knees up to give him room, and he lines himself up, the tip of his cock pressing against my opening. “Love you, too, Daddy.”
It takes several slow thrusts before he’s all the way inside. It’s the first time I’ve ever gone bare, and it feels incredible. Most of that is likely in my head, the feeling of being so completely owned by that man I’m in love with. As much as I want him to fuck me into the mattress, Matthias is agonizingly gentle and sensual.
“I’m not going to last long.” He grits his teeth as he thrusts into me. I know the feeling. There’s an extra buzz in the air tonight, electricity between us that’s making it hard to maintain control. “Touch yourself for me, Firecracker.”
I fist my cock, giving it a few strokes. I didn’t realize until this second how close I am to my own orgasm. I’m so fucking close right now. “Please,” I call out. I’m not exactly sure what I’m asking for, only that I need more from him. More of something.
That seems to be his cue. Without warning, he slams into me. He does it over and over. I keep stroking my cock in time with his thrusts until I fall over the edge, cumming all over my body.
“Fuck,” Matthias shouts as he comes. I can feel the heat from his cum in my body. It’s a weird sensation, one I’m already addicted to.
We lie like that for a moment, our bodies connected, before Matthias pulls out and snuggles in next to me.
There’s so many words I want to say right now, but my brain feels fuzzy. I must fall asleep because the next thing I know, Matthias is cleaning me up with a warm washcloth.
“Get some sleep, Firecracker.” As if there’s anything that could stop me right now. I burrow under his blankets,finding the perfect spot. It only gets better when he crawls in behind me, pulling me close and burying his face in the crook of my neck. “I love you.”
I try to respond, but my eyes are too heavy, and everything’s a bit too dark.
Chapter Twenty-Five
MATTHIAS
“Mom? Dad?”I let myself into my parents’ house like always, heading straight toward the living room. It’s cliche to call it the heart of the house, but it’s true.
“We’re in here, dear,” my mother calls back. I can hear soft voices coming from the living room.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I say as I enter. They entertain a lot, so it’s not uncommon for me to find them with clients, friends, or family. I usually get a heads-up if they know I’m coming over. My visit today is a bit of a surprise.
“Not interrupting at all. In fact, we were just talking about you.” My father and Cedric, one of the other partners, stand from their positions around the coffee table.
“Hey, Cedric, didn’t know you’d be here.” I shake his hand. “If I can borrow my mom for a minute, then I’ll get out of your hair.” I turn to my mother and cock my head toward the kitchen, hoping she’ll follow.
“Nonsense. Sit and talk with us a bit.” I hesitate. I knowhow these things go. I sit for a second, and the next thing I know, everyone’s on their third scotch of the night. As much as networking has been a big part of my life, I’d really love not to be here for hours. Frank’s coming over a bit later, and I want to be there when he arrives.
“Just for a few minutes. I’ve got some things to take care of tonight.” And one boy I plan on taking very good care of later, if he’ll let me.
“Mark and I were discussing the final decisions for the senior associate role,” Cedric says.
Shit. I didn’t expect them to decide so quickly. The interviews were only two weeks ago, and big decisions like this have a process with the board. “Oh?”
“We’ll have to see what we can do about getting you a bigger office.” Right, lead with the consolation prize. It says something that I pick out these tactics with so little effort. I’ve watched my father use them on people in this room my entire life. As a kid, I’d sit in the hallway, hidden by the wall, listening in while he did business. I suspect he knew I was there all along, but let me be. What better education on how the real world works? “One better fit for a senior associate. We can give the new junior associate your current office.”
It takes far too long for the information to seep into my brain. “You’re giving me the senior associate position?”
“We’re notgivingyou anything, Matthias. You’ve worked hard for a long time. Everyone knows that. Your numbers are excellent, and the clients love you,” my father adds.
“Thank you,” I say before steeling myself for the conversation ahead. Honestly, I thought I had a few more weeks. Or at least a chance to work out what I want to say before I had to say it. Telling my mom tonightwas the first step. A soft launch that would allow me to feel out how it would go when I told my dad and the rest of the firm.
Well, no time like the present.
“I really appreciate everything that you and the company have done for me. More than I can possibly put into words. I know a lot of kids would hate working with their father, but I adore getting to go to work and see you every day.” My father and Cedric are both nodding enthusiastically, like this is some acceptance speech. “Which is why it’s so hard for me to turn down this opportunity.” Their faces go between confusion, shock, and anger.
