Stephen - Sean Michael Page 0,1

of his word. Besides, he knew where Stephen lived. And while he’d come in loaded for a spanking to teach the advertiser a message, this was clearly not the boy in question.

“What can I get for you?” He liked the white hot chocolate at Second Cup himself.

“Can I please have a white chocolate latte? I’ll be ten minutes, tops.”

“See you there.” He stepped back and let Stephen close the door, watching the glow of his boy until it was entirely cut off. Wow. That was… amazing. He couldn’t wait to start a relationship with his boy.

There was no doubt that this one was his. None.

Chapter Two

“What the fuck did you do?” Stephen threw on a pair of jeans, shaking and confused, his phone on speaker.

“I tried to call him back and tell him I was at work. I didn’t think he’d show!” Marc was panicked, and Stephen didn’t blame him.

“You could have warned me!” Asshole. “You put an ad in for a Dom? Seriously?”

Surely he’d taught Marc better. He’d been a sub a few years ago, but he was too…too for anyone.

“I was a little desperate. I haven’t found anyone who wants to be my Daddy.” The pout in Marc’s voice was audible.

“And you what? Put our address online? I live here too! Jesus, Marc! Get a fucking dildo and cope!” He couldn’t believe this. “I’m going to go meet him for coffee and tell him to go away.”

“But he’s mine!”

“Stop it!” The urge to say that tall, broad shoulders, super-studly man was his was huge, but he didn’t.

“You’re so mean to me. I don’t know why I put up with you!”

“You’re the one who put our address online!” He couldn’t believe Mark.

“Well, I put my phone number on the ad—I just gave him the address when he called and asked. I should have given him my work address if you’re going to steal him.”

“I’m going to tell him to go away and leave us alone.” Dammit. He was going to, even if the bastard was pretty and had mismatched eyes just like his—he’d never seen that before aside from in the mirror. However, he didn’t need complications.

“But I want him!” God, Marc could whine. He really did need a strict Daddy. However, an ad on the internet just wasn’t safe.

“I’ll see if I can find someone for you. I still have my little black book.” He rolled his eyes at himself and tugged on a sweater. “I have to go. Bye.”

He grabbed his wallet, his phone, and his shoes. Go down, turn the guy away, drink coffee, read a little, and chill out. It was a plan.

He got to the Second Cup and his gaze immediately found the guy—Champagne? Had he said that was his name? Really? Anyway, the studly Daddy was in one of the comfy chairs by the fire, two cups in front of him, along with two plates containing sweets.

“Hey there. What do I owe you for the coffee? Thank you for getting it for us.” Fuck, he could ride that man like a prized pony.

“It’s my treat. Please, sit.” The guy indicated the seat across from him, watching him. It was like he could feel the gaze as a touch.

“Thank you. That’s kind. I spoke to Marc. He’s very sorry. He’s at work this afternoon.” Being a shit. “He works at a stationery store. Really neat. Cards and stationery and fabulous pens.”

“I like stationery stores, but I’m not interested in Marc. Frankly, my plan was to blister his ass for risking himself and sending him on his way. Then I met you.”

“Well, I’ve read him the riot act for endangering himself. I’m sorry he’s a jackass.” He took a sip of his coffee, then hummed deep in his chest.

“I’m not. If he hadn’t been such an idiot, I never would have met you. And you are who I’m interested in.” Daddy—no, Champagne—reached out and touched his arm. “Very interested, Stephen.”

He sucked in a sharp, deep breath. Fuck him, that was like electricity. “I haven’t been in the lifestyle in a long time.”

Years.

“You talk as if you’re a hundred years old.”

“I’m older than Marc.” And he was too old to be anyone’s boy. Too old, too bossy, too too too.

“You seem the perfect age to me.”

The strong fingers slid over his hand, warm and sure, making him shiver. His lips parted, and his cock went rock hard. Fuck, he had to get out of here, but he didn’t think he could move.

“There’s something between us, boy.