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“Of course.”

“Are you holding yourself back?”

I blink. “What?”

“You have this look on your face. I’ve seen it before, but I think I know what it is now. You’re holding back, stopping yourself from doing something, aren’t you?”

Inhaling sharply, I decide to be honest. “Yes, I’m holding back.”

“Why?” he questions.

“Because I don’t want to freak you out,” I admit.

“What do you want to do to me?” he asks, a hint of a tremor in his voice.

“I want you to let me take care of you.”

“How?”

“I want to get you dressed. I want to cook for you. I want to tell you not to leave the apartment unless you text me to tell me where you’re going and who you’re going with. I want to demand that you text me later. I want to tell you to call me once you get into bed and ask for permission to come. And then if I allow it, I want you to jerk your dick while I listen and let me tell you what a good boy you are before you go to sleep.” The words pour out of me in a rush, everything I need right in this moment but was stopping myself from admitting.

NINETEEN

HENRY

The moment he stops speaking,his huge muscular shoulders tense until he’s as rigid as a statue. He’s bracing himself. He’s waiting for me to tell him no, to tell him it’s too much, too intense. But the truth is, I’m not scared of what he needs.

“I’ve been dressing myself since I was a toddler. No one has ever cared where I was going or who I was with. I’ve never had anyone who was interested in receiving a text or call from me, and the only person who has ever called me a good boy…is you,” I admit.

His eyes soften, and his muscles relax a little.

“I’m not scared by you needing any of those things. I think…” I swallow thickly. “I think I’d like it if you took care of me, especially when I feel sick and tired. I think I’d like all of those things, especially the last one.”

Rushing to me, he crouches at my feet, holding out briefs for me to step into. Lifting one foot, then the other, I let him move me, moaning softly when he cups my dick over the cotton, pushing his fingers into my crease through the back of my underwear. He rolls my socks on, then helps me into jeans, a T-shirt, and a sweater.

Once I’m fully dressed, he takes my hand and leads me into the living room, checking his watch for the time before he pulls bacon and eggs out and makes us breakfast. He eats quickly, checking his watch four more times, before he lets out an exaggerated sigh.

“I have to go, Kitten. I don’t want to, but Buck let me leave last night. I don’t want to take advantage?—”

“I know,” I interrupt. “It’s okay. I know you aren’t leaving me. You just have to go. I understand.”

His shoulders sag, and cupping my cheek with his palm, he leans in and kisses me sweetly. “My shift ends on Wednesday morning. Will you stay at mine on Wednesday night?”

I can see from the tension in his jaw that’s not what he really wants to say, so I bravely say, “Tell me what you actually want.”

Smiling, he chuckles softly. “The moment you finish work on Wednesday, I want your ass in my car. I’m taking you home, and I’m going to feed you, fuck you, then make you warm my cock until we fall asleep.”

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I don’t look away or hide how his words make me feel. “Okay, I’ll see you on Wednesday.”

“You’re such a good boy. So much braver than me. Now I’ve given you some rules, and I expect you to obey them. Tell me what the rules are.”

My dick hardens at the dominance in his voice, and I know I sound needy when I repeat the rules he told me earlier back to him. “Text if I go out. Let you know where I’m going and who I’m with. Call you later and ask permission to come, then if you say yes, play with myself until I come and you call me a good boy.”

By the time I’ve finished, I’m on the verge of exploding in my pants. I knew that having him care enough to want to be involved in my life would affect me, but I didn’t know that it would turn me on this much.

“Look at you,” he coos, collaring my throat in his huge, rough hands. “You really are my perfect boy, aren’t you?”

Leaning forward, he claims his lips with mine again, kissing me until we’re both breathless, his dick hard and pressing firmly into mine.