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“I keep waiting for the bottom to fall out,” I tell him. “It’s too good to be true.”

“Maybe not. The bottom doesn’t always have to fall out.”

Davis, Britney’s Daddy, and Hudson, Cindy’s Daddy, join us.

Hudson chuckles. “What bottom is falling out? Is there a naughty Little girl without panties playing in the daycare tonight?”

I laugh. “Nope. Not mine, at least. I don’t think she’s ready for a public spanking.”

Davis gives me a manly pat on the shoulder. “Lacy looks happy,” he murmurs. He works with me, so he’s fully aware of our new relationship and Lacy’s problems.

“I think she is. I think this is going well.”

“I’m happy for you,” Hudson says. “I’m sure Britney is excited to have a new friend.”

Lacy is glancing at me less frequently as she gets comfortable. They’ve all settled in at the table with coloring books and crayons. She is swinging her legs under the table. My chest is tight. I’m so fucking in love with her. I don’t have a clue when I’ll tell her, but my God, the thought keeps creeping up on me.

“You’re so whipped,” Colt jokes.

“Yep.” No sense denying it. I’ll wear a sign on my forehead if necessary.

Chapter 13

Lacy

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The work week drags. After a full weekend with Brett, I wasn’t ready to return to the office every day. It’s like I have to flip a switch, and frankly, I don’t wanna. I chuckle every time I think that word.

I manage to get through each day, but I’m starting to worry about myself as I drive home on Friday. Home? To Brett’s house. Already I’m thinking of it as home. I’m Little when I’m there. It’s still hard to wrap my head around.

I’ve always been so proud of securing my job and all I’ve accomplished entirely on my own. I can thank my father for at least paying for my college tuition, but that’s about the only thing he ever gave me.

Okay, he did provide me with food, clothing, and shelter for the six long years between when my mother died and when I left for college, but he didn’t provide me with love, attention, or praise.

I’ve gotten more of those three things from Brett in the past week than from my father in the twenty-two years he was in my life before I walked away.

Eve and some of the other Littles at Surrender explained how common my background is among them. I’m not the only person in the world whose childhood was essentially cut short, which helps propel them toward wanting to live out those fantasies later in life.

I’ve jammed so much childhood into the past week that I should be exhausted. Besides playing in my playroom last weekend and every evening this week for hours at a time, I’ve also spent time playing all the childhood boardgames my father donated to charity when I was twelve.

Brett is so patient with me. He listens. He holds me when I’m stressed. He rocks me when I need comfort. He makes love to me when I get horny—which is every night after my bath.

I’ve fallen into a pattern in which I stay in a fairly deep Little space until my bath is over. But while Daddy dries me off, I let myself shift into a sexy zone. It happens when I’m already naked before he puts my Little girl’s nightie on. It’s what I’ve come to think of as our special time. It’s certainly special.

I giggle as I pull into the driveway and wait for the garage door to open. I get excited when I see Daddy’s car come into view, which means he has beaten me home. He usually does, but not every night.

As soon as I park, I yank off my seatbelt and open the car door.

Daddy is there to hold it open and reach for my hand.

When I lift my gaze to meet his, I stiffen. He’s smiling, but it doesn’t reach his ears, and his brows are furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as I let him help me from the car. I’m barely able to grab my purse.

He pulls me into his arms and holds me close, rocking me against him as he hugs me. “Let’s go inside.” His voice is deep. I don’t like it.

“You’re scaring me,” I tell him as we enter the kitchen. “Did I do something wrong?” We haven’t faced an actual glitch in our relationship yet. He’s never shown any signs of being angry, frustrated, or disappointed with me.

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