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“I’m sure you will.”

Saul finally gave into temptation and kissed those tender lips. Levi’s mouth was so soft, the perfect contrast to the prickly scruff surrounding them. His lips parted on a sigh, but Saul kept his touch light. This wasn’t about sex. It was about intimacy.

When Levi blinked down at him, he looked dazed. No, awed. “My Daddy,” he whispered.

Saul felt something settle inside of him.

“My boy.”

10

Levi

Levi had been waiting for hours for everyone to wake up. Even after his late night with Saul, or actually because of his late night with Saul, he was buzzing with energy. He just couldn’t stop moving.

He showered, tidied up the apartment, did his laundry in the basement machines, ate breakfast, fixed the bathroom doorknob that was always wiggly. Since the weather was nice, he’d walked to the office and retrieved his bike, and it was still barely ten o’clock.

But that was late enough for people to be awake. He really wanted to call Saul, but he wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. So he called Christy instead.

“Hello?” she sounded groggy.

“Oops. Are you sleeping? I can call back.” Wasn’t ten late enough? On such a glorious morning, it seemed like the whole world should be awake.

“No, I’m up now. Did you find the bug?”

“Yes. But guess what?”

“Your Daddy spanked your naughty butt and took you home with him?”

“Dammit. You take all the fun out of everything.”

“Hang on, really?” She sounded much more alert now. “Tell me everything.”

“So, I wrote these, like, fake profiles in the system, but Daddy read them, and then he brought me a candy cane mocha, and I thought it was like a sign or something, but actually he just read the letters, and then he gave me spankings.”

“I understood about five percent of that. So let me get this straight. Mr. Responsible with the broody Daddy face gave you spankings.”

“Yep.”

“In the office.”

“Yep!”

“You lucky bastard. That must have been hot.”

“OMG. It waaaassss. He put me over his lap, like right there in the office, and just took charge. And Christy, it was sooooooo good. I even cried, and then he cuddled me for, like, two hours.”

“You’re still high off the endorphins.”

“No, I’m high off of I have a Daddy and it’s Saul and he’s perfect.”

“You’re skipping right now, aren’t you.”

“I’m dancing. There’s music on.” He held the phone up to the speakers. Yes, it was still Hanukkah music, but he felt obligated to play it for at least a couple weeks as his own personal counter-attack on the Christmas Invasion.

“So I take it he’s not there right now?”

“No,” he sighed. “He said I needed to sleep.” That brought back a warm glow. He’d wanted nothing more than Daddy holding him while he slept. Or maybe getting up to some other fun. But Saul had driven him home in the frigid rain, double-parked in the quiet street, and then given him a lingering kiss in the apartment lobby. He’d called him sweet boy and told him to get some sleep so tenderly that Levi had practically floated up to his apartment.