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His mouth quirked up in a crooked smile that instantly made my dick hard—not that it had gone down much during our short walk here. “I take it that’s a yes?”

“That’s a hell yes.” I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him down to my height, touching my lips to his with a moan.

His answering groan lit up every nerve ending in my body. I pressed closer to him, covering every inch of him with every inch of me, and fell. Just for tonight, I gave myself over to him, letting my submission shine through as if to say Take me, Daddy. I’m yours.

Henry growled again, and his hands flew to my ass, gripping it as he lifted me off the ground. I leapt into his arms, letting his strength hold me up as I slid my long legs around his waist.

He pulled back, breathing hard. “Boy, your kisses slay me. I could do this all night.”

I smirked. “Or maybe we could try something else.”

His eyebrow lifted, and yeah, my dick could’ve cut diamonds at the sight. “What did you have in mind?”

My lower lip jutted out in a deliberate pout. “You’re the Daddy—you decide.”

He spun around, crossing the room in a few long strides before tossing me onto the bed. I laughed as I bounced, staring up at him with a grin. He started unstrapping his leather harness, and it fell to the ground in record time. “That’s how it’s gonna be, huh?”

I sat up, pulling my fishnet shirt over my head. “That’s how it’s gonna be.” I fluttered my eyelashes at him coquettishly. “I can be a very good boy for you, Daddy, or I can be a very naughty one. Which one would you like?”

Henry’s hands started pulling at the fly of his leather pants, and he struggled valiantly to get them off for a few moments before they and his forgotten T-shirt still dangling from the pocket finally flew toward the window wall. He stood to his full height at the end of the bed and crossed his arms, and I shivered in the near darkness. “You will be a good boy for Daddy, or you will get punished.”

I squirmed, loving the thought. What would the sweet, sexy, and kind Henry do for a punishment? Maybe stick me in the corner, or give me chores, or make me write lines, or . . .

God, would he spank me? It had been way too long.

But shit, this was just. For. Tonight. There would be no time for that. So I said, “I’ll be good, Daddy. For now.” I winked, and he laughed. I reveled in the sound.

“Okay, boy, that sounds good to me.” He stalked toward the bed in his dark briefs as I stared at his hairy chest in the moonlight. I wanted to memorize every inch of him, run my fingers through the coarse gray strands, trace the lines of his tattoos, tweak his nipples.

I wanted him close.

“I need you, Daddy. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

His smile softened, and he circled the bed to kneel on the edge. He leaned in to me, hands on either side of my bare torso. “Seems you have too many clothes on.”

I smiled back. “So do you.” My eyes fell pointedly to his last article of clothing. “Off.”

He tsked. “Uh-huh, nope. Boys don’t make the rules. Daddies do.”

Because I’d promised to be good, I widened my eyes, the picture of innocence. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he growled, climbing over me and capturing my lips again.

In that moment, I didn’t care that we still had clothes on. I mean, I would’ve preferred we were naked, but the way Henry was claiming my mouth, the way he was owning me, was everything I’d ever hoped for.

He pulled away much too soon, reaching for the waistband of the shorts I’d borrowed from Cameron. I’d been shocked to find them in his closet. “Okay, these are coming off. Now.”

I nodded, lifting my hips once he’d untied them so he could slide them off me. His gasp when I was revealed in all my naked glory gave me life.

“You haven’t been wearing any underwear this whole time?” Henry dragged his gaze up from my hard cock to meet my eyes.

I shook my head slowly, deliberately. “No, Daddy. No room.”

He chuckled, as I’d expected. “I approve.”

“I hoped you wou—fuuuuuuuuck.” My sentence devolved into a moan as Henry swallowed me whole in one go. My hands clenched the sheets on either side of my hips as the man somehow licked up the vein on the underside of my cock, hollowed his cheeks, and swallowed around my tip simultaneously. This was sorcery—no one was this good, were they?

He must’ve been born with the latent ability to suck dick, because his natural talent was on point.