Page 10 of Santa's Baby

“That’s not healthy.”

“I’mnot healthy.”

“Says who?”

Society. I don’t answer her. She can’t know what’s in my head.Daddy wants you to be quiet. . .

“Tell me,” she breathes. It’s a command from a little girl who should know better. No, who should be too fucking innocent to realize that I have dark secrets I don’t want to share.

Before I can move away, she leans back on her hands and brings her knees up, resting her heels on the counter. “I have fantasies about you. Would you feel better about sharing your sordid thoughts if I shared mine?”

“No.”

She grins. “So you do have sordid thoughts.”

I laugh out loud. It’s harsh and cruel, and she doesn’t even blink. “Everyone has sordid thoughts, Neely.”

“Not like mine.”

“Your sweet little Daddy fantasies?” I crowd against her now, letting her feel the heavy press of my raging cock against her warm cunt. “Those aren’t as deviant as you think, sweetheart. Every girl on Tinder wants to call men Daddy.”

Her face goes blank. “And do you let them?”

No. Because none of them are her. I haven’t had a woman in my arms in. . . I shake my head. I change the subject. “My point is that it doesn’t make you dirty.”

“It’s not just the name.” She catches her lower lip, all gentle innocence now. “What if I want someone to be gentle and teach me everything I need to know? Let me be. . . little and tell me to keep it a—”

“But that’s not me.” I cut her off, even as my pulse pounds.Our secret, nobody can know.

“So my first time should be with someone else?” She’s breathless now, her eyes big as she stares at me.

Fuck, no. “That’s not what I mean.”

“It’s what you just said.”

“Because I’m not thinking straight,” I growl. “You’re too young for a first time.”

Her pink cheeks are back. “Only in role-play,Daddy.In reality, I’m well past the age where touching me is legal.”

“That’s not what your parents would say.”

“Then they don’t know shit about the laws in Oregon.” She slides her legs back down to swing off the edge of the counter and sits up. “But you know what? If you don’t want me, that’s—”

“I didn’t say that.” I hook my hand around the back of her neck, my fingers big there, covering her whole nape. I gentle my touch and stroke my thumb up and down the side of her neck. “God, Neely, you have me all tangled up. But don’t think for a second I don’t see how beautiful you are. If I were any other man, I’d want to do so right by you. Woo you and put a ring on your finger. Convince you to give this old man babies to fill all the rooms upstairs.”

“Be that man,” she whispers. “Be free. I want that, too.”

I shake my head.

She catches my face in her hands, her fingers cool against my skin. It’s a sweet, kind touch that makes my cock pulse, a little seed spilling out the tip. She’s good, and I’m—

“No,” she says firmly. “Whatever shameful place your mind just went, that’s not the truth. Whoever told you your dirty thoughts weren’t normal, that your very healthy imagination that wants to breed me is wrong—fuck them. They’re not here right now. This is you and me, and I know we want the same thing. Are you going to tell meI’mbroken? That I’m a perverted little girl who wants bad things and is a bad person for wanting them?”

“You’re perfect. Don’t ever say that about yourself.”

“Then show me,” she whispers. “Show me I’m perfect. Show me I’m not broken and that there’s nothing wrong with wanting you the way I do.”

I capture her mouth, her lips soft and innocent and sweet against mine, and I have my first taste of little Neely McIntosh. A kiss I’ve imagined hundreds of times and none of those fantasies touch the reality of how she trembles and breathes and throbs against me.

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