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“That’s exactly it.” I nearly whispered the words.

“I understand that more than you may think.”

“Because you’re a daddy.”

“Exactly.”

“Then that’s what I need. We were talking about it at dinner, but I couldn’t exactly put it into words like that. Now it makes more sense to me. Does it to you?”

“Very much.”

“Okay.” Now was the moment. Time to ask the first big question that sat imposing between us. “When can I call you Daddy?”

Max let out a sigh that sounded like a soft, low whine. “Now, baby. Now is good.”

For some reason, my eyes filled and the pretty Christmas lights we passed by all blurred into one kaleidoscope mandala.

When we got to my condo lot, I thought Max would simply drop me off. Instead, he turned off the engine, got out and opened my door for me.

“This is me being a gentleman,” he said with a grin. “Can I walk you to your door?”

My eyelids fluttered. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Such a good boy.” He chuckled. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow, then.” He took my hand in his as we walked up the cement path to my doorstep. It was warm, firm.

“What time do you think, Daddy?” It was a relief to ask. It was too much for me to make the choice.

“Spend the day with me, Kiren.”

“I’d love that.”

“Then how about ten? You can sleep in a bit and maybe pack some things you want to bring over.”

“Things? Like what?”

“Whatever you want. There’s no wrong move with me. And if you get out of line at all, you can be sure your daddy will let you know. Without judgment. And with all the decisions made. Does that sound all right?”

“Better than all right, Daddy. I didn’t know until tonight that’s what I’ve been craving.”

We reached the door, and Max raised his hand, his thumb and forefinger touching my cheek as if to pinch it. But no pinch came.

“May I kiss you?” Max asked.

“Please, Daddy.” I lifted my face to his.

The porchlight showed his smooth jaw and every long, black eyelash framing his dark amber eyes. He was so handsome, this daddy. Would he be mine? For Christmas?

He leaned down. His breath warmed my face. His lips seemed to trip at first, skating over my cheek and down toward the corner of my mouth. They were soft and hot and it felt like they brushed over my whole body.

Then they were on my lips, pressing, moving against my mouth like he had always noticed it and always wanted to do that. His mouth encompassed mine. It was like being held, owned but not enslaved. Simply, it was as if he was seeing me and touching me with just that one chaste kiss.

Was I truly this lucky? That this man had, by chance, found me and we shared the same kink?

When he pulled back, his left eyebrow rose. “Well?”

“I think I’m dreaming.”

He laughed. “I won’t fade like a dream.”

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