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“Yes, Dad.” I roll my eyes, feeling my cheeks heat when a rumbling hum hits my ears.

“I think you mean Daddy.”

Inhaling sharply, I choke on my spit, coughing as I meet his amused gaze. “I am not calling you Daddy.”

Nope, hell no.

“I guess ‘sir’ will have to do.”

“How about I just call you Boss?”

He gives me a ghost of a smile, barely twitching his lips, as he leans against the counter and crooks a finger. “Come here.”

God, that’s sexy.

Heartbeat ramping up, I make my way over to him slowly, a surprised squeak leaving my throat when he grips my waist and spins, lifting me onto the counter before stepping in between my thighs.

He pushes my jacket off my shoulders as his thumb swipes my bottom lip, minty breath brushing my face when he tilts his head thoughtfully. “Was I your first kiss?”

“Not technically.” I eye his abs, trailing my palms along the ridges, muscles flexing under my touch. “I kissed Samantha Rawley in the sixth grade, just a peck, and then I gagged after.”

He lets loose a small laugh. “Is that when you realized you were gay?”

“Kinda. My obsession with Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender should have given it away, though.”

“I have no clue what that is.”

The tip of my finger slides over his nipple, causing him to inhale sharply. “Then you’re missing out on probably one of the greatest shows ever.”

“Shilo, look at me.” He circles my throat, angling my face to softly press his lips to mine while his golden-green eyes keep me trapped. With his free arm, he pulls me closer, sealing our bodies as our tongues slide together, hot and slick.

My lids sink closed when he slips a hand under my shirt, lightly grazing his nails down my spine, the friction of my dick between us so good that I have to break away and pinch myself at the base over my sweats to keep from embarrassing myself again.

“We need to work on your stamina,” Ryann chuckles when I groan, lifting me off the counter. My legs wrap around him automatically, arms locking behind his neck when he tries to set me down, and he gives me an exasperated look before walking us toward the living room. “Don’t tell me you’re a clinger, doll face.”

That pet name lights me up, exactly like it did the first time he called me it.

“I don’t know what I am. Never done this before, remember?”

He huffs, prying my arms off to toss my body onto the couch, where I bounce with an oomph. And then he’s climbing on top, pinning me to the cushions with his thick thighs while he buries his face in my neck. “Other than the last time you were here.”

“That doesn’t count,” I squirm, the feeling of his stubble tickling my skin. “You were drunk, and I was, uh...distracted.”

“Distracted, hm?” He bites down on my throat, eliciting a squeak from me before leaning back. Dark strands of hair fall over his brow, a stark contrast to the carefully styled way he wears his hair at work. I think I like him better this way.

His hands find their way under the front of my t-shirt, causing me to tense, and he pauses as he studies my face intently. “Can I take this off?”

Dropping my gaze, I shake my head, not brave enough for him—or anyone—to see me like that yet. Or ever.

Ryann stays quiet for a long moment, so I explore his body with my hands to mask the anxiety knotting my stomach. He’s so much bigger than me, shoulders wide and chest broad. We’re both hard, his solid cock poking my stomach from underneath his pants, and I boldly squeeze my fingers around it.

“Fuck,” he breathes, dropping his head as he thrusts slightly. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

My eyes fly to his face, alarmed, and I try to sit up. “What, why? D-did I do something wrong?”

“Relax, I just said that we shouldn’t.” He puts a hand on my chest to push me back down. “Not that we won’t. I’m an evil son of a bitch, and you’re too tempting.” Bending to steal another kiss, he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip. “God, I want to corrupt you. Take that innocent light in your eyes and turn it dark. I’m going to hell.”

“I’m not that innocent,” I argue against his mouth, growing irritated when he throws me a disbelieving glance. “I’m not. I...watch porn and stuff.”