Page 45 of Experiments in Love

“Sounds perfect.” And Francis knew Kennedy wasn’t dead, so it should be fine. “Now I have to figure out what I’m going to make for you.”

Looking pleased, Kennedy giggled as I pulled him into my arms. “Really? We can do takeout or something simple.”

The rude snort I let out had him laughing. “Absolutely not. I’m still trying to impress you. We can do that in a few weeks when I’ve got you under my spell.”

Burying himself against me, he snickered. “I think you’re just one of those caretaker Doms but since I’m not little, you take care of me by listening and feeding me and finding me interesting penises.”

Francis was going to avoid him until Wednesday at the very least.

“It’s an important job. Caretaker Doms make the world go round. Haven’t you heard that?” People would be lost without us.

Meetings wouldn’t happen.

Grocery lists wouldn’t get written.

Attention wouldn’t be appropriately given.

Everyone needed a caretaker Dom in their life.

“Someone should’ve told me before.” Kennedy shrugged as he straightened, trying to look serious but failing terribly. “I didn’t realize I was supposed to find you.”

He’d have looked for me in all the wrong places. “That’s okay. I found you.”

That made Kennedy stop mid-laugh and he nodded. “You’re right. That’s definitely a Dom job.”

Because he was high maintenance.

And adorably mischievous.

“But if you tell me I should’ve done a better job, I’m ordering the lube.” My stern expression and the scary threat cut off the drama that was brewing and he sighed. “That’s what I thought.”

Brat.

“Bed.” He’d been tired before and as soon as his second wind faded, he was going to crash. “We’re going to plug in the phones and make sure your alarm is set.”

Before anything else could distract us.

Kennedy couldn’t help testing the waters, though. “The internet said Daddies made sure their littles had dessert. I think that should apply to caretaker Doms too.”

I had one word for my naughty boy. “Lube.”

And he was suddenly so tired he had to yawn…at least my drama queen learned quickly.

Chapter 14

Kennedy

I was brilliant.

Likefucking brilliantlevels of smarts.

As the movie started to hit the stressful point where I’d usually ask Francis what he thought would happen and I’d start to get anxious, I was able to watch quietly. I actually managed to study what was going on so I’d have more to tell Anson about.

Fucking brilliant.

“You’re scaring me.” Francis seemed to snap as he grabbed the remote off the coffee table and glared at me as he paused the movie. “What the hell is going on?”

He was insane…and really hard to please.