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“Goodnight, Stetson.”
He turned just in time to miss colliding with the corner of the island, stumbling across the kitchen, the dining room, then disappearing up the stairs all without looking back. I only let out the breath I was holding when I heard the guest bedroom door shut.
Fuck. What had I gotten myself into?
10
STETSON
Damn internal clock.
I could have slept in but nooo, my body wanted me up at five a.m. on the dot. I’d scrolled on my phone for an hour before surrendering to the demands of my bladder, and I couldn’t get back to sleep. I didn’t hear noises from downstairs yet, so I assumed Levi wasn’t awake. Why would he be? Agents didn’t have pre-dawn workout routines and few hours before lunch to enjoy their free time. He could probably sleep as late as he wanted.
I hadn’t intended to bring up the whole Daddy-boy ordeal, but it was cruel of me to leave them hanging. I could have easily declined to begin with, but I didn’t want to. Until now, I didn’t realize I wanted it either. Then again, I suppose my ambivalence told me everything I needed to know.
I rotated again, sending up another cloud of Levi’s scent from his clothes. It’d been the one thing to lull me to sleep after he’d sent me to bed. The one thing to stop my head spinning from the tequila and the sugar rush. I was grateful for the lack of a hangover. His words echoed in my head.
“Good boy.”
Frustrated, I shoved out of bed and opened the bedroom door. Still no noises from downstairs. As quietly as I could, I descended the staircase. Levi’s bedroom came into view, soft snoring filtering through the gap in the doorway. I hesitated slightly before nudging it open. Levi laid on the left side of the bed, one arm curled behind his head, blanket pulled up to his waist. Early-morning sunlight bathed the room in a warm glow, seeming to highlight the gorgeous man in front of me.
I stepped into the room gingerly. I didn’t know what possessed me to do so, but I climbed into the empty side of the bed. The plush mattress absorbed every move I made without jostling Levi. It wasn’t until I straddled his lap that he stirred, firmly grasping my hips. “Mm, you okay?” he asked. His gruff, sleep-laden voice sent my skin pebbling up into goosebumps. His hands slid up my back, and I shuddered.
“I want to do it,” I finally managed.
His eyes finally cracked open. “Do what?”
“This. I want to be your good boy, Daddy.” Damn, the words felt good on my tongue. The decision was easy now. I fell forward, bracing myself with my hands on the pillow. “Is Barrett a Daddy too?”
Levi shook his head, lips feathering against mine as he spoke. “No, he’s not. But he’ll sit down and talk with you about that.”
“Will he get mad if we do stuff without him?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Good.”
Fed up with the teasing, I pressed our lips together. Levi seemed to melt in my arms, tightening his hold on me. His body rolled, pressing into mine from his soft chest down to his thickening cock. As soon as I felt the rigid length against my inner thigh, I whined into his mouth.
Levi broke away with a laugh. “Desperate, little one?”
Another shiver shot down my spine. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
His hands crept around my hips, firmly gripping both ass cheeks. I gasped. “Yes, Daddy.”
My breath seized as he growled, “Good boy.”
Levi spun, flipping me onto my back. He hovered over me. Close, but not close enough. I wiggled, panting, beneath him, silently begging for more. “Aren’t there rules?”
Levi rose onto his knees, gazing down at me while he ran a single finger down my sternum. “You want rules? I guess we’ll have to stop what we’re doing and talk then, won’t we?”
“No!” I protested, holding him in place, although he’d made no effort to move. He laughed, and my stomach flipped.
“What is it you want right now?”
With that, he let his hips drop down to mine again, tearing a moan from deep in my chest. “I want to come,” I whined.
