Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
To be honest, the topic made me a little uncomfortable because I didn’t know Wyatt’s agenda. Did he want to date me or just play with me?
Maybe I should call Cam. He was much more involved in that lifestyle. Like, he was part of a community and everything.
While we waited for our food, I did my best to explain my brief experience with Daddy/Little boy kink, with emphasis on how insignificant fantasies were if the chemistry wasn’t right. And that wasn’t the full extent of it. I could have blazing chemistry with someone and still feel like that kink part of me was dormant.
“It’s as if I’m two people sometimes,” I said. “The man I am and the boy I am. Both have to connect with the man in someone else, as well as the Daddy in them. Does that make sense?”
“Very much.” He gave my knee a squeeze. “Dabble is a good word for my own experience. It was cut short when I met my ex.”
That was interesting. I tilted my head. “So you were a Daddy Dom to someone before you got married?”
“That’s a stretch. But I did meet August at an event for Daddy Doms and Littles back in the day—it was how we came to know each other. I…I felt a connection to a part of myself I had barely acknowledged.” He dropped his gaze to his beer and brushed a finger over the foot of the glass. “Nothing went beyond casual, though, and I met Tom shortly after.”
Tom had to be the ex-husband.
“Meeting you is reawakening something I thought I’d buried for good,” he admitted.
I made a face. “If you bury living things, they tend to come back like zombies, sir.”
He chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to my temple. “They do, don’t they?”
I nodded and took a big swallow of my soda. It made my nose tickle, so I rubbed it vigorously.
For some reason, that made him cup my face and kiss me hard. A hard, swift kiss. “How you act—how you speak, how you carry yourself, the things you say—I need a bigger dose of you, Parker.”
Gah! He was draining every ounce of discomfort from before when he talked like that. I felt my body and mind gravitate toward him.
It hit me that maybe he didn’t have an agenda. Maybe he was just open about the questions he had, the preferences he’d once buried, how they were now returning, and that he simply wanted. But the exact route and pace, we could decide together.
“We should have dinner together too.” I found a quick hiding spot when I kissed his neck where he smelled fucking incredible. “They last longer than lunches.”
“Mm, it’s a good start, at least. Are you free tomorrow?”
“I—” Fuck. I actually wasn’t. “Kim and I squeezed in an extra rehearsal with a few others in our dance squad. What about Wednesday?”
“I’ll move some things around.” He nodded once. “I’m looking forward to hearing more about your dance hobby.”
I was looking forward to showing him my moves in the bedroom, first and foremost.
DECEMBER 7
Texting time!
Ask me what I did while you worked up a sweat.
I grinned and collapsed on my bed, not even bothering to remove the towel around my hips, and I responded to Wyatt’s text.
What did you do while I bounced my booty off?
I would’ve hoped to have seen him more often around the office, just a stolen glimpse here and there, but work was busy, and he wasn’t in Culver City all week. He’d been downtown today, for instance, and I was learning that he had a packed schedule that went beyond office hours. Work-related dinners, late meetings, and business trips were already making it difficult to find time for dates. We had dinner to look forward to tomorrow, but after that, no idea.
It made me happy that he texted me quite a bit instead, and I didn’t have to feel bad about flooding his inbox throughout the day.
A picture popped up in our conversation, and I laughed under my breath. It was my gift basket to him. He’d brought it home with him, and there wasn’t a whole lot left. The snickerdoodles were gone, as was the peppermint bark, I couldn’t see any fudge either, and out of four cupcakes, one remained. The Christmassy sugar cookies seemed to be an exception; he had what looked like three stacks of ten left, but I’d also made him twice that.
I’ve consumed more sugar in the past twenty-four hours than I have in the past decade combined. I couldn’t even stomach going to dinner.
I gasped and quickly wrote a reply.
You had cookies before dinner?!?!?!
That earned me a wink emoji.
I chewed on my lip.
Daddies didn’t follow rules. They provided them.
It was so unfair.
Wyatt changed the topic shortly after and asked about my dance hobby. He said he couldn’t wait till dinner tomorrow to ask, and I liked that bit a lot. He was eager to get to know me and showed interest. Not that this story was particularly exciting; I’d picked dance because going to the gym was fucking boring, and my cousin had introduced me to break dancing. He was crazy good.