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TREVOR

I’ve hung out with Andy for three days and I’m back at his hotel room again as we finish negotiating our Daddy/Little dynamic. We wanted to take it slow and make sure we were both happy. We’re down to the last part, the section I asked to be done last.

“Sex.” Andy pulls out the contract we’ve been working on. “No sex in Little space.”

“Correct.” I nod and fiddle with the edge of the table.

“Anything else?”

I nibble my bottom lip. “What if…” I swallow. “What if my brain decides it’s okay, though? What if we’re testing the waters with a bath and I get hard and want you to touch me?” My face is so freaking hot.

Andy taps his lips with a pen. “How about the default is no sex in Little space, but we add a keyword. If you say the word, then it’s okay to proceed with something if it feels natural in the scene. Does that make sense?”

“That sounds good. I’m not saying my brain will change, but just in case. What about…” I look around the room. “Kit Kat.”

Andy nods. “If you say Kit Kat in a scene, it’s okay to proceed with something sexual.”

“Perfect. Thank you, Andy.”

“Thank you . I’m so proud of you for talking this through.” He puts his pen down and opens his arms.

I don’t hesitate to crawl into his lap.

“I’m never going to betray your trust, Trevor. I promise.”

“I believe you.” I wish I was smaller, so I fit into his lap better, but he never complains.

“I’ve been thinking. You know how your parents want you to find your passion?”

“Yeah?” I look up at him, wondering where he’s going with this.

“Did you know you’re very good at showing me where the best places to eat are and where has the best live music and just all around guiding me on a vacation I’m thoroughly enjoying?”

“I am?”

“Yes.” He boops my nose. “And you seem to have fun doing it as well. You ask all the right questions and listen to me before making a suggestion. Then you take me to someplace that blows my mind.”

“I really do like taking you places I think you’ll enjoy.”

“And you’re good at it. If you don’t have a concierge service at the hotel, I think you’d be really good at it.”

“Dad has always talked about creating a concierge service, but never got around to it. The desk clerks can direct people to places, but most of them aren’t that good at asking questions like I am.

I want to dig in and know what they really want, not what they think they want.

I even go so far as to make the reservations for them.

I have a few places on speed dial because of it. ”

Andy smiles, and it warms his handsome face. “Baby, I think helping people on vacation is part of your passion.”

I blink back at him. “Really? It’s just something I do. I never thought about it.”

“Yeah, I think we need to explore that. Maybe talk to your dad about adding that concierge service. Is he open to talking about stuff like that or does he insist on keeping everything old school?”

“Oh, he’s always happy to improve things.” I bounce on Andy’s lap. “I think he’d love it if I wrote out a description of what we’re thinking. I could even do a trial run of it. You could give me a review.” I bat my lashes.

“I’d give you ten billion stars, sweetheart. Google has nothing on you.”

I laugh. “So many stars! Twenty would do.” I give him a cheeky grin, and he tugs me down. Hesitating.

“I like kisses,” I whisper before pressing my lips to his.

He sighs beneath me. I breathe his air. His hand cups the back of my head and I’ve never felt safer in someone’s arms. I melt into his hold, seeking more of his minty kisses.

His tongue seeks mine out and I let him in, deepening the kiss.

I grip his shirt. My body reacts as it always does to kissing, dick hardening.

But Andy doesn’t reach for me, he keeps his promise.

I pull away first, panting. Andy’s beautifully wrecked.

Hair a mess, lips slick from our kisses.

Eyes glazed with lust. I take a picture with my mind.

Perhaps one day I can see what it’d be like to take things further than kissing, but I’m not ready yet.

I don’t know when or if I ever will be. Andy says it’s okay, and I choose to believe him.

We spend the rest of the afternoon writing up a proposal for dad to look over in a few days when I’m scheduled to work again. Andy is so patient with me as we talk it out. He makes suggestions and by the end there’s no way dad can refuse.