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“You can sit right here while I work.” Jacob pointed to a stool.

Ethan climbed on, then wiggled to get comfortable.

Jacob watched him, a smile in place. “Good?”

Ethan gave a nod, then leaned forward onto the counter, arms folded in front of him.

Jacob must have been content with his position, because he turned to the pantry. Ethan wanted to focus on the man, but the kitchen was beautiful. Huge and industrial, with enough warm accents to make it feel less like a warehouse and more like a comfortable, functional space. Jacob pulled out multiple ingredients, his hands moving here and there, snatching things up until he was satisfied.

Ethan watched curiously. He couldn't tell right away what was being made, only that it involved all of his favorite things. Could he have been right in thinking Jacob was making something specifically for him? The way Jacob kept glancing at him made Ethan think so.

The minute the recipe card landed on the countertop, Ethan took a peek. “I love those,” he whispered, pointing at the page.

Jacob didn't look up. He simply dipped his head and said, “I know.”

It was at that exact moment that Ethan understood what he'd been missing. All the time he'd spent working for Ash. All the late nights and frustrating moments. He'd completely ignored how deeply Jacob had embedded himself in his mind, and how deeply he'd done the same in Jacob's. Their mutual attraction was more than shared meals at the club on occasion. This man had come home on his day off to perfect a recipe he knew Ethan would enjoy.

“Jacob,” he whispered, drawing a breath.

The other man lifted his gaze. “Yes?”

Ethan could feel the blush on his cheeks, knew he was fidgeting with nerves, but he couldn't not ask. He couldn't let this go another day.

“Will you—” he paused, closing his eyes. He gathered every ounce of confidence he could muster. “Will you be my Daddy tonight?”

The sound of metal on metal had Ethan's eyes popping open. Jacob had dropped the whisk he was using and was already rounding the countertop. When he reached Ethan, he cupped his face in both hands, holding him still.

“Do you really mean that?” he asked, his voice dropping to a near whisper, as though he were afraid to break the moment.

Ethan stared deep into Jacob's eyes. He could see the nervousness there, could see the hope he'd somehow missed all this time.

He bit his lip, which drew Jacob's gaze down for just a moment, and then he gave a slow nod. “Yes, please.”

In the next second, Jacob's mouth was crashing into his, and everything else slipped away.

CHAPTER 5

If Ethan had known kissing Jacob would feel this good, he would have come to his senses ages ago. How had this man been right in front of him the whole time?

Ethan groaned into the kiss. It made him feel alive, had him eager in a way he couldn't ignore.

Jacob's hands on his face were loose but firm, like he was afraid Ethan would disappear if he let go. Ethan's hands moved to Jacob's waist. He needed to be grounded too, needed to hold on, because his heart was quite literally about to beat out of his chest.

Eventually they both had to come up for air, and when they did, Jacob's swollen lips had Ethan smiling.

“I'm happy that you're happy, sweetheart,” Jacob whispered. His thumbs stroked along Ethan's jaw as if he were trying to memorize every single piece of the other man.

Ethan couldn't resist what came next. He had waited a long time. He'd been good and patient and had fought hard to have this moment.

“Daddy,” he said in a soft tone.

Jacob jolted nonetheless, like he'd been zapped. Internally, Ethan smirked, but on the outside he kept his cool and tipped his face up expectantly.

“More kisses,” he said in a cute yet demanding tone.

Jacob chuckled, then pressed his lips to Ethan's again in a tender kiss that Ethan felt all the way to his toes. He hummed happily, and Jacob chuckled again. They kissed for a long while, neither of them wanting to move past the moment.

After a few more minutes they managed to separate, and Ethan watched as his new Daddy, the man he'd wanted for so long, pressed his hand to the obvious erection he was sporting.