“Thirty-four isn’t old. And yes, while you might have a tinge of grey in your hair, you’re not a silver fox. Yet. Maybe a baby silver fox. Is there a gay term for that? I’m not up to speed. But being a daddy is more of a mindset than an age, don’t you think?” He stared at me, unblinking, smouldering, filthy-sexy. It set my blood on fire and everything inside me tightened and yearned . . . I was half a second away from sprawling myself on his desk and telling him just to fuck me right here.
