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towel in warm water, and he left the water running. In the meantime, I rubbed my cock absently, certain it wouldn’t take many seconds before I was rock solid again.

The faint splash of pink over his cheeks let me know he kept me in his periphery.

When he was ready, I moved closer and slipped my hands around his knees, to the undersides of them, and parted his legs enough for me to step between. Goose bumps rose across his shoulders and chest. His nipples constricted.

“Shave me, pet.”

He took a breath and nodded, reaching for the shaving gel.

I stepped even closer.

It was perfect. I was going to watch his face. Watch his reactions to my touches.

Peyton seemed to struggle with putting all his focus on his task. He tried to concentrate. With a smooth and gentle hand, he applied the gel over my jaw, my cheeks, my chin, and a couple inches down my neck. I enjoyed the touch more than I’d anticipated. Having his hands on me was a gift.

Even so, he couldn’t stop his reactions to what I did. When I rubbed his thighs, dangerously close to his crotch, he swallowed hard and squirmed. When I slid my hands up his abs, he shivered. When I reached his chest, he almost closed his eyes.

I plucked at his nipples, twisting them carefully to test his threshold.

“Your stubble grows fast,” he murmured breathily. “It’s so raspy.”

“Mm. I’ve heard it feels nice to have between your legs.”

“Oh.” He swallowed, and a crease formed between his brows. Maybe he was concentrating again. It was time to use the razor, and he did the first pass over my jaw very slowly. “Other men have told you that,” he stated quietly. “Others you’ve been with.”

My mouth twitched.

Was that jealousy I was hearing? It couldn’t be.

“Other assistants?” he asked.

“No.” I pinched his nipple a little harder and grasped my cock with my free hand. “We have a no-fraternization policy at Westwater, and once upon a time, I actually took it seriously.”

That appeared to lighten the tension. Mirth seeped into his eyes. “Did you really?”

“Mm. I’d go so far as to say I’ve never been tempted before.”

“I see.” The sweet boy liked hearing that. “Then you met me?”

I chuckled. “Then I met you.” It warmed my heart to witness his pleasure, but the dominant bastard in me wanted to tone down the smugness. So, I closed the distance between us and locked his feet around my ass. “Keep them there while Daddy rubs his cock all over your pretty underwear.”

That earned me the first nick along the edge of my jaw, and the sweetest part was that Peyton became genuinely distraught. He apologized over and over for being startled, and he cleaned the spot with a corner of the damp towel.

“That’s enough, pet. I’m fine. Get back to shaving me.” I emphasized just how “injured” I was by pressing my cock against his semisoft bulge and covering myself with my hands. God, that felt good. It wasn’t a wet, warm, tight hole, but it was his cock against mine.

I instantly noticed how smooth his sac was, even through the fabric of his briefs. Either he’d shaved his balls very recently, or he barely had any hair on them in the first place.

Peyton sank his teeth into his bottom lip and slid the razor over my cheek.

“It probably wouldn’t be nice of me if I spoiled your underwear, would it?” I peered down as much as I could without interrupting what he was doing, and I rubbed the head of my cock along the length of his. “It’s hard to resist, though,” I murmured. “I love groping you. I love seeing how embarrassed you get.” I teased the tips of two fingers along the seam of the fabric and tested the elasticity. Oh, that would work. The underwear had plenty of give, despite being so snug. “I think Daddy’s cock wants in here.” I dipped my fingers underneath and scratched his trimmed hair. “What do you say, little boy? Should we let it?”

He made a soft, needy sound that went straight to my cock. “If you want, sir.”

“I want. Spread your legs as if you’re a desperate little slut.” I helped him, because I couldn’t fucking wait.

As his chest started heaving, I unleashed my need and manhandled him. I grabbed at his thighs, pressing myself as close as I could. The urgency blasted within, and I barely registered the sound of the razor clanking into the sink. Fuck,