Page 20 of Daddy Christmas

I wasn’t going to get ahead of myself; we were in a public place, but I craved a small taste. I moved my hand to the curve between his neck and shoulder and angled myself for a deeper kiss. He smiled at that and swept the tip of his tongue against mine, and that was all. It was the fuel I needed. Then we broke the kiss with an unhurried one and rested our foreheads together.

“I hate to interrupt.” Yet, Mr. King was interrupting. “I just wanted to say lunch will be out in ten minutes. We’ll catch up soon.”

“Thank you, August.” Mr. Abrams—Wyatt—sent him a quick, polite smile before returning his attention to me. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me once more. “I hope you don’t mind I told him a little about you.”

“I don’t mind. I just can’t imagine what would be interesting enough to discuss.”

“I can think of countless things.” He sat back as our drinks arrived. “But the reason I went to him is because he shares a Daddy/boy dynamic with his partners. Two Daddies and one boy.”

Thank fuck I hadn’t taken a sip of my Sprite yet! I would’ve choked.

I gulped instead, and my eyes widened.

He eyed me carefully. “I didn’t mean for that to sound…drastic. Or sensational. I’ve picked up on some of your traits, and I wanted to be prepared.”

Prepared for what? I wasn’t some advanced kinkster. I’d dabbled, I guessed. I’d had a couple relationships with elements of that kind, and I knew I was a sub. I had fantasies and what I supposed I would call a core fetish, but I’d never met anyone I’d felt comfortable with enough to explore it all to the fullest. It’d been one thing or the other. Romance or playtime. Casual with kink components or regular relationship, never both, never at the same time.

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

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