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Maybe he’d agree to use my set-up. It wasn’t like I did much streaming. The only reason I was even set up for it was that I occasionally appeared on podcasts, and I was used to having to schedule those at strange hours, making it less convenient to go to the office. So I had a set-up at home that was as good or maybe better than Troye’s. Now I just had to convince him to use it.

By the time I locked my front door behind myself, Troye was halfway naked. His eager nature was endearing and kind of hot. He was a handful of years younger than me, not enough to call what we had an age gap but enough to make me smile at how smoothly he went to his knees as mine had already started protesting that kind of thing.

“Someone’s eager.” I stayed still as Troye reached for me. His hands slid up the outside of my legs, and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against my thigh. I dropped a hand onto his head and combed my fingers through his hair. “Did you need something, sweetheart?”

Sometimes Troye liked to pretend that he needed my permission to do things. Like suck my cock. Or come. Or touch himself.

“Daddy,” Troye whined, already tormenting himself by denying himself the things he wanted so that I could be the one to let him have them. Troye took a trembling breath.

“Can I suck your cock?” He looked up at me, his eyes soft and pleading.

“You were such a good boy for me today. Of course you can. But no touching yourself. Not yet. Not until Daddy says it’s okay.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Troye was already undoing my pants and pulling them down, being sure to drag my briefs with them. Once my cock was free, he wasted no time in leaning forward and flicking his tongue out over the tip to catch the salty bead of precum.

“You have the best mouth,” I told him. I often told Troye a lot of things, and all of them were true. I meant every word I’d ever said to him. And I meant words that I had yet to speak into existence.

Like the fact that I was falling irrevocably, irreversibly, head over heels in love with him.

CHAPTER 23

TROYE

I loved the weight of Matthew’s cock on my tongue. The tang of his precum. The salt of his skin. His fingers combed through my hair, gently scratching at my scalp, sending shivers down my spine.

Everything Matthew did was magic. The way he touched me, looked at me, talked to me, commanded and praised me made me want to live at his feet. I’d be happy there, I realized. Because he was a good man, a good person. And somehow, though he was one of the hottest men I’d ever seen, with his broad shoulders and a five o’clock shadow that never went away, he’d been single. And now he was mine.

CEO. Entrepreneur. Kinky. Daddy. Mine.

He was mine in all the ways, but he was especially mine when I was on my knees for him with my mouth around his cock and his hands in my hair. I took him deeper, using my hands to pull him closer as I pressed my nose against his body, his cock filling my throat. My eyes watered, and I had to pull back so I could breathe.

“You’re so good,” Matthew told me. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

My eyes went to his automatically because I could deny him nothing when I was like this. Right now, there was no world because Matthew was my world. My entire universe. The center of everything.

He was the reason I had a pulse in my chest. Tears in my eyes. A dick harder than granite. And then he cradled my face in the palm of his soft, warm hand. When I was like this, on my knees for him, when I was being good for him, when I was letting him be daddy, he had a way of looking at me that made my insides dissolve.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he said as he wiped the tears off my cheek with a brush of his thumb.

I’d never been called pretty before, but I wanted it. I wanted to be pretty for him. I’d been cute, or handsome, sometimes gorgeous, sometimes hot. But never pretty. Pretty was a word that wasn’t supposed to belong to men, but Matthew made it okay for me to want things. He made it okay for me to call him Daddy. He made it okay for me to want to sleep curled up in his arms like he was a storm shelter. He made it okay for me to forget the rest of the world for a while.

I closed my eyes in case he saw the truth in them. The truth was that I’d fallen head over heels in love with him, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it.

I’d never been in love like this before. It had never consumed me and my every waking moment. It had never made me want to do things to make someone else proud. It had never wanted me to burrow into someone else’s life and never leave.

Matthew’s house was more of a home to me than mine was now. I hated going there, even to stream. But I knew I had to do things outside of my relationship. He was the center of my universe, but he couldn’t be the only thing in it.

I brushed these thoughts, these worries away for Future Troye to deal with—you’re welcome and I’m sorry, Future Troye—and I refocused my remaining brain power on making Matthew happy.

Opening my eyes, I looked up at him and let my hands fall to my sides.

“Daddy… I want you to use me. Use my mouth.”

Hunger tore through Matthew’s expression, but he still paused long enough to check in to make sure that’s what I wanted.

“Are you sure?”

“Please, Daddy.” I didn’t have to ask again.