58 Chapter 58


    58 Chapter 58


    Damien’s POV 1


    For all his maturity, Adrian was still just four years old, and this was the longest he’d ever been separated from his mother.


    “I know she does,” I said firmly. “She probably misses you so much it makes her tummy hurt a little bit.”


    “Like when I miss her at school?”


    “Exactly like that. But she’ll be home soon, and then she’ll want to hear about everything we did today.”


    Adrian considered this seriously, then nodded with satisfaction. “I’m going to tell her about the pancakes and the yground and how you read with the funny voices.”


    We ordered pizza for dinner-a decision that Adrian greeted with the enthusiasm usually reserved for major holidays.


    Getting him into pajamas and settled for the night was easier than I’d expected. He guided me through each step with patient


    instruction.


    “Now we read one more story, and then you turn on the nightlight, and then you say goodnight,” he exined as we settled into his bed with yet another book about anthropomorphic animals learning valuable life lessons.


    “What kind of goodnight?” I asked, genuinely curious about the specifics of his bedtime ritual.


    “Just regr goodnight. But sometimes Mommy sings, but you don’t have to sing because boys don’t always like singing.”


    “Some boys like singing,” I pointed out, though I was secretly grateful not to be expected to perform a luby.


    “Do you like singing?”


    “Not particrly,” I admitted.


    “That’s okay. Mommy says people are good at different things, and that’s what makes the world interesting.”


    After the final story was read and the nightlight was activated ording to his precise specifications, I stood in his doorway feeling oddly reluctant to leave. The day had been unlike anything I’d ever experienced-challenging in ways I hadn’t expected, but also deeply


    rewarding.


    “Mr. Damien?” Adrian’s sleepy voice drifted from the bed.


    “Thank you for taking care of me today.”


    “Thank you for letting me,” I said softly.


    “Will you do it again sometime? Even when Aunt Ophelia isn’t gone?”


    “If you want me to, I said.


    “Good,” he said with drowsy satisfaction. “I like having adventures with you.”


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    I stood there for a long moment, watching his breathing slow and deepen as sleep imed him. An hourter, I was finally settled in my own apartment, checking messages and trying to process the strange sense of aplishment that came from sessfully keeping a four-year-old alive and happy for an entire day. My phone buzzed with a text from Sera. 3


    *How did it go today? Ophelia texted me about her mom. Is Adrian okay?*


    I typed back quickly: *He was perfect. We had pancakes and went to the park. He’s currently sleeping and dreaming about dinosaurs,


    probably.*


    Her response came within seconds: *Thank you so much for stepping in.*


    *It wasn’t a job.* I typed back.


    *Are you safe?* I typed.


    *Yes. Very safe. Just processing a lot of information.*


    My phone buzzed again, this time with a message that made my pulse quicken immediately.


    *I can’t stop thinking about you. About today, about Adrian, abouting home to both of you.*


    The message was followed by another: *Is it wrong that I’m getting turned on just thinking about you taking care of my son?*


    Heat shot through me like electricity, pooling low in my belly as I imagined her alone in some distant hotel room, thinking about me.


    About us.


    *Not wrong at all,* I typed back, my fingers slightly unsteady. *Tell me what you’re thinking.*


    *About walking into our apartment and finding you on the couch with Adrian asleep in your arms. About how domestic and perfect and


    MINE you’d look.*


    I groaned softly, my body responding instantly to the possessive heat in her words. Our apartment.


    *And then what would happen?* I typed.


    *After I put Adrian to bed? I’de back to find you waiting for me. I’d crawl into yourp and show you exactly how much I missed


    you.*


    My breath caught as more messages appeared in rapid session.


    *I’m thinking about your hands on me. About the way you growl my name when you’re buried inside me. About how desperate you make


    me feel.*


    *Sera…*


    *I’m touching myself right now, thinking about you. Wishing it was your mouth on me instead of my fingers.*


    The image of her alone in a hotel bed, her hand between her thighs while she thought about me, made my arousal spike to almost painful intensity. I was already hard, my body responding to her words with embarrassing enthusiasm.


    *I want to taste you,* I typed back, abandoning any pretense of restraint. “Want to make youe with my tongue until you’re shaking.*


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    *God, yes. I need that. Need you.*


    *Tell me where you’re touching yourself.*


    *Everywhere. My breasts, between my legs. I’m so wet thinking about you, abouting home to you and Adrian.*


    I freed my hard cock from my pants with one hand while typing with the other, the image of her pleasuring herself while thinking of our strange little family pushing me toward the edge faster than should have been possible.


    *I wish I was there. Wish I could taste you while you touched yourself.*


    The conversation continued, each message more explicit than thest, until we were both lost in the fantasy of being together despite the miles between us. When I finally came, her name on my lips and her words burning through my mind, it was with an intensity that left me breathless and aching for her return.


    *I love you,* appeared on my screen as I was still catching my breath. *Both of you.*


    *Love you too,* I typed back immediately. *Come home soon. We need you here.*


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