Free Beautiful boy by Grace R. Duncan

blushed but nodded. I couldn’t hold it any longer and I grinned. “I own a computer security firm.”
    His eyes widened. “No fucking way,” he blurted.
    My grin got bigger. “Yes, fucking way.”
    “I can’t be that lucky,” he mumbled, then stuffed a piece of french toast into his mouth.
    “What do you mean by that?”
    He shrugged and swallowed his bite, cheeks coloring. “You’re an awesome Dom, you’re gorgeous, and a geek?”
    I laughed. “Well, I’ll take those compliments. Yes, geek. I run Tate Security.”
    “I think I’ve heard… oh! I have a friend who works for you!”
    “Oh?”
    He nodded. “Yeah, Jason Meeks.”
    “Well, small world. Did he tell you I’m a tyrant?”
    “No. Said you were a pretty good guy to work for. I’m suddenly really glad he’s straight.”
    I raised my eyebrows. “Why’s that?”
    He blinked at me. “You have eyes. He’s hotter than me. And way better built than I am.” He shook his head.
    I grabbed his chin and turned his head toward me. “No.”
    He scrunched his eyebrows in puzzlement.
    “No,” I repeated. “You do not put yourself down like that.” I let go of his chin and cupped his cheek in my palm, brushing my thumb over the soft skin. “In case you’ve forgotten, you got me hard several times, made me come twice tonight. Yeah. And that was all you, baby. All you.”
    He swallowed and licked his lips. “Thank you,” he whispered.
    I kissed him quickly, then sat back. “You’re welcome. It’s true.”
    He blushed and turned back to his plate, taking the last couple of bites of his toast. He pushed it away and looked up at me. “I’ve been closeted for most of my life. I knew I was gay from a young age. I understood early on I was different. In high school, I had a friend who posed as my girlfriend to keep my parents happy, then sacrificed her own image with them by making a big deal out of dumping me. I didn’t even date much until about a year and a half ago, when I’d finished my undergraduate degree. The men I dated… well, the limited dating I did, they didn’t much care about me , just my ass or mouth, and I never went on a second date. And the Doms I served before you—aside from Master Nash—never wanted to see me more than once and were… well, not exactly unhappy with my service, but I could tell I was lacking to them. I’m not twink enough, but not buff enough either. So, while I wasn’t put down, exactly….”
    “You weren’t boosted up much either,” I finished for him. I made a mental note to talk to Nash and see if I could find out which Doms he’d served. I wouldn’t kill them—though I wanted to—but I’d certainly make sure Nash knew not to recommend them. “We’re our own worst critics. And most of the time, the things we say, whether we think we mean them or not, only reinforce how we feel about ourselves.” I let my eyes trail slowly over his body, then back up to his face again. He was blushing when I finished. “I like what you are. I like that you’re smaller than me, but not too small. I like the lean muscles and runner’s legs. I don’t want a twink. I don’t want a bear or an otter.”
    He cleared his throat. “I’m… I’m glad to hear it.”
    I nodded. “So, you’ll keep those comments down, right?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Thank you.” I took a sip of my now-cold coffee and turned back to him. “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”
    He blinked, and I guessed it was at the abrupt shift in topic. He shook his head. “No, Sir.”
    I leaned in a little and smiled at him. “Since your friend knows where to find you, would you feel comfortable coming home with me?”
    He looked like he was suddenly having trouble breathing. “I… yes, I-I would, Sir.”
    “Good. I’d like to keep you with me for two reasons. One, I simply don’t want to let go yet.” This brought a smile to his face. “And two, we had a very intense scene. I can see you’re not entirely calm, and I want to keep an