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“Dessert? Who said those cannolis were for you?”
He gasps, aiming a glare at me. “You ordered two!”
“Maybe I was extra hungry,” I tease. “I’m not sure you need all this sugar so late.”
“But…but…” Tanner scrambles to find an argument.
“I’m joking, sweetheart.” Lifting the small container with the dessert to my lap, I flip the lid open. “I would never deprive either of us of these yummy treats. Come on, pick the one you want.”
Sighing with relief, Tanner leans in close, inspecting the two fried tubes with a careful eye. “This one,” he says after a few seconds, immediately chomping a large bite off with a loud crunch.
My cannoli becomes an afterthought as I watch Tanner devour the phallic-shaped confection, filling the spaces between his chewing with more sexy-as-fuck hums. By the time Tanner finishes the last bite and starts licking the remnants of powdered sugar and sweet, creamy filling from his fingers, I’m rock hard and considering how quickly we can move through this talk to bed.
Tanner must sense the weight of my stare on his little unintentionally erotic display because he pauses mid-lick and turns his baby blues in my direction. I don’t know what he reads in my expression, but his eyes widen slightly, then drop south. His gaze feels like a soft caress, a brief second of pleasure before it flicks back up.
Only this time, his pupils dilate, eclipsing the blue from sight. His face pinks slightly, but not in the same shade as his earlier embarrassment. Holding my stare, he slowly finishes running his tongue up the length of his finger, sucking the tip between his lips and pulling it free with a soft suction noise.
Goddamn, this boy.
Temptation pulls at me. The sexy siren peeking out from beneath his tired eyes is almost enough to make me say fuck it and pull him over my lap to kiss him breathless.
Almost.
“Don’t tempt me, Tanner,” I warn. “We still need to talk.”
I can see him gearing up to argue with me, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. Those puppy-dog eyes are the cherry on top, and in any other situation, I’d fall to my knees for that look. But not tonight.
Tonight, I want him to understand I’m not here for a—more than definitely sensational—roll in the sheets and a quick goodbye kiss in the morning. I’m not sitting on this couch to tell him I want to explore a friends-with-benefits situation. I want to be his Daddy.
In the hours shortly after Tanner left Rise & Shine, I worked through my emotions surrounding my feelings for Tanner. How strange and unexpected they were, and why, after all this time, I was willing to consider the possibility of more withthisboy.
Other than the immediate attraction that night at The Garden because that’s an easily given point.
In all the years since my relationship with Scott, I never played with a boy who clicked with me as easily as Tanner. My issues with finding a relationship were less about not wanting one and more about being unwilling to test the dating pool for someone who fit me.
Dating, in all its nonsensical intricacies, only seems more difficult when you factor in BDSM dynamics. I long ago counted out a vanilla partner, realizing if I couldn’t make it work with Scott, there was no way I could give up my needs long-term for someone outside of the community. As for dating in the scene, no boy has ever been the right fit. Whether it was a serious incompatibility or minor annoyances, it wasn’t there.
Then Tanner showed up, dead on his feet, and the Daddy inside me saidthis one. Being his Daddy doesn’t mean we’re diving headfirst into a relationship. This can be a dynamic on its own. If a relationship develops, great, but I won’t push.
Tanner needs a Daddy first and foremost. And as his Daddy, if he accepts my proposition, I need to be here for more than his physical needs. He may not like it right away, but once he realizes I can be here for all his basic needs, the physical side will come soon after…and hopefully, it will be worth the wait.
Taking Tanner to bed, covering his naked body with my own, and filling him with my cock while he writhes in pleasure will only be better when the stress of his world isn’t hanging over his head. If we get there, we need to be on the same page about the rest of this.
Seeing that I’m not backing down, Tanner relents with a small huff. “Kissing sounds more fun than talking.”
“I’m sure it does,” I agree with a laugh.
“So you’re saying you should kiss me and save all the boring adult talk for tomorrow?”
“We could, but what happens if we do, and then I send you to bed with more questions than answers, huh?”
He opens his mouth but stalls on his words.Gotcha.
“Exactly,” I say, tapping his nose with my finger. “Talk first. And if you’re a good boy, then maybe you’ll get a goodnight kiss before bed.”
“Deal,” he says, squirming with what I can only assume is excitement.
“Good. Stay here while I clean up, then we can cuddle and talk.” Shaking my head at the silly boy, I bag up our trash from dinner, setting aside my mostly uneaten cannoli for later. I offer Tanner a clean napkin to wipe his hands and face, then toss everything in the trash can in the kitchen.
