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214 pages, ebook
Published January 11, 2022
“If you need something, I’ll provide it. If you’re sick, I’ll fix it. Your smiles, your laughs, your freckles, and those godforsaken tears all belong to me.”
“Let me in, baby.” He panted, lips moving against mine. “Wanna taste.”
I parted my lips, keening as he lapped at the inside of my mouth, devouring every last breath and moan he pulled from me.
“You’re right where you belong, hm? Underneath Daddy? Taking his cock like a good boy?”
“Do you know who I am?” He asked, voice low as ever.
I nodded once, scrambling to sit upright.
Everybody in Seattle knew who he was—Benjamin Thomas.
The calculating eyes that roamed over me were across billboards, newspapers, and social media headlines.
He was this universe’s Tony Stark—not the superhero, but the guy.
Genius.
Playboy.
Billionaire.
Philanthropist.
“You are mine.” His voice was thick, dripping in certainty. “My baby. If you need something, I’ll provide it. If you’re sick, I’ll fix it. Your smiles, your laughs, your freckles, and those godforsaken tears all belong to me.”
He was my treasure, something personal and priceless and I worshiped him accordingly.
“Making you happy, sweet pea, is my greatest honor.”
“I’ll always be in sync with you, Toby. If you need to breathe slowly, I’ll count your breaths. If your pace quickens, I’ll race to catch up. Wherever your heart is, mine is beside it.”
I fit perfectly in the pocket of his body. Perhaps it was a happy coincidence—I chose to believe it was fate.
“Sweet pea, nobody has ever seen me in a relationship before. It’s only a matter of time before you end up on the front page of some gossip magazine.”
He collapsed backward, arms splayed across my desk while his head hung over the edge. Such a drama queen, my boy.
I gagged. “Baby, I love you, but eggs and ketchup is a goddamn abomination.”
“Coming from the man who eats kale. Like what the hell, Daddy?”
I pinched his butt, and he erupted into a fit of giggles, his face in my neck. I pinched the other side—just to hear that laugh.
“He has an obsession with the fucking Effiel Tower.”
“You telling me you’re going to buy him the entire monument?”
“It’s not for sale.”
I checked.
I wasn’t afraid to die—I’d made peace with the idea of dying three years ago behind a dumpster in the snow.
“I’ll say.” He wrapped his arms around my thigh, shoving his nose into the fabric of my slacks. “You would’ve come for me, right? If I left?” “With guns blazing, baby.”
“I cry a lot, Benji. I have the emotional capacity of a four-year-old.” “No.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “You have the emotional capacity of a man who’s been left behind his entire life.”
“I’ll always be in sync with you, Toby. If you need to breathe slowly, I’ll count your breaths. If your pace quickens, I’ll race to catch up. Wherever your heart is, mine is beside it.”


