Page 58 of Daddy's Muse

“But… it might be important—”

His lips brushed against my neck, soft and teasing, making me shiver. “It can wait. Look at me, kanin. Look at Pappa.” I met his intense, icy stare. “Focus here. Focus on us.”

He whispered little compliments, soft murmurs that made my face warm, distracting me entirely from the email blinking at me on the screen.

I whimpered as he trailed his hand up my thigh.

“See?” he murmured. “Nothing matters except this. You don’t need to think about anything besides me.”

I nodded dumbly, almost mesmerized. “O-okay…”

“Good boy,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear.

And just like that, the email went unread, pushed aside by something that made me ache in ways I hadn’t known possible.

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Bodin

“You trust me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

His swallow was audible as he nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

Perfect.

I reached over, cupping his right cheek in the palm of my hand. He didn’t move away—no, he nuzzled into it. I could feel the nervous energy rolling off him, and I wanted it—wanted to tip it over into something sweeter, more dangerous.

Slowly, I leaned in, enough that he could stop me, but I knew he wouldn’t. His breath caught just before my lips found his, soft and tentative at first. I felt him freeze, not from rejection but from inexperience.

That was fine. Better than fine. It meant I got to be the first.

I kept it gentle, making sure he knew what it felt like to be wanted. When I pulled back, his eyes were wide, pupils blown, lips parted like he wasn’t sure if he should breathe or speak first.

“That okay?” I asked, keeping my voice low, coaxing.

He nodded so quickly it almost made me smile. “Yeah… yeah, it’s okay.”

I let a satisfied curve pull at my mouth. “Would you like Pappa to take care of you in a new way tonight?”

That made him shiver, precisely the way I’d hoped.

“Please,” he said breathily, chest rising and falling quickly.

“Climb up onto my lap,” I instructed.

He sucked in a breath and rose to his knees, letting the blanket drop from his shoulders. Biting his lip, he swung his leg over my thighs, straddling my lap.

“Let’s get this off,” I murmured as I lifted his shirt off over his head, discarding it on the floor.

Colby trembled as I brought my hands to sit around his waist.

The heat of him was immediate. His bare skin rendered me breathless.

His ribs were faintly visible beneath pale, freckled flesh.

My thumbs brushed against the delicate curve of his waist, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming up—over the soft dip of his stomach, his dainty rosy nipples. The body hair he had was like soft downy fur, so light that he almost appeared hairless.

God, he looked so breakable. It was a wonder no one had got to him before I had.