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She gasps again, and I smirk, my cock already twitching and eager for round two.

We spend the rest of the afternoon in bed. Or, rather, I spend the rest of the afternoon teasing and tormenting Stacey, bringing her to orgasm over and over again as she surrenders to me completely. I only quit when we’re both physically exhausted, and my muscles ache so bad I can hardly lift my arms. It’snearly dinner time and we’re lying together in bed, Stacey curled around me with her head resting on my chest.

She lets out a breathy laugh as she strokes her fingers along my chest. “I never would have pegged you as the Alpha Male Dom type in the bedroom. You were pretty vanilla when we were together in high school.”

I laugh at this. Sure, but I was just a kid back then with no real sense of self or my desires. The only thing I was certain of was how much I wanted Stacey.

I shrug, and tell her the truth. “It’s something I developed over the years. It became one of the only parts of my life when I’m totally in control, helping me find release in private clubs and with like minded people without the need for committed relationships.”

She’s quiet for a moment. I know I’ve probably given her quite a bit to think about. I hadn’t really planned on revealing anything about my past with my kink, and how I came to understand my need for it.

“Have you had… well, a relationship with anyone?” she asks hesitantly. “Since me, I mean? Not that it’s any of my business…”

“No,” I tell her without pause. “I haven’t. A part of me tried to move on. For years I tried, but I couldn’t ever consider commitment with someone who wasn’t you.”

She’s quiet again, but she snuggles in tighter to me, pressing her lips to the spot just above my heart.

“I like the Alpha Dom,” she murmurs. I can feel her smile against me. “I like not being in control for once. I’m always in control… I have to be, to keep everything in my life balanced and moving forward so it doesn’t all come crashing down around me. With you I can let go and just be. You have no idea how refreshing that is.”

Actually, I’m pretty sure I know exactly how she feels. Stacey and I are truly two sides of the same coin.

“I’m glad you feel safe enough with me to let go like you do,” I tell her, brushing my lips along her temple. “I promise I’ll do everything I can to make sure you always feel safe with me… your body, and your heart. I don’t want you to fear that things will end the way they did last time.”

Stacey turns her head up and looks at me, her gaze searching mine. She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can get the words out, her stomach rumbles loudly. Her jaw drops and her cheeks go red.

I laugh. “It is about dinnertime, and you must be starving. I gave you a hell of a workout today.”

Chuckling, she sits up and gazes down at me. “I suppose I should get going. I need to get home and relieve the babysitter. Pretty sure she wasn’t expecting to spend her whole Saturday with Millie” She moves to get off the bed but pauses once she drops her feet onto the floor. I watch as her shoulders tense and she drums her fingers on the mattress. She wants to say something else, I can tell. At length, she sucks in a deep breath and asks, “Do you want to come over for dinner?”

Surprised, I sit up and slide to the edge of the bed beside her. “I’d love that.”

She gives me a nervous smile before murmuring, “And would it be okay if… if we told Millie who you are afterward? Together?”

For a moment, the world seems to come to a halt and my heart begins to race. I can hardly believe she’s said the words out loud. She wants to tell Millie.

She wants Millie to know I’m her father.

I have to swallow back a lump of emotion before I can choke out my answer.

“I would love nothing more.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: FATHERS AND DAUGHTERS

STACEY

My heart is hammeringwhen Owen and I walk into the house together and immediately hear Millie laughing. A mixture of warmth and anxiety pulses through me. It’s just like any other day coming home to her, but the anticipation hanging over me makes everything feel so much more intense and significant.

When I glance up at Owen, he’s giving me a soft smile and grabs my hand.

“I’m home!” I call out.

The rushing of little feet on the hardwood floor precedes Millie appearing from down the hall. She skids to a stop in front of us, her eyes going wide when she sees Owen.

“Owen!” she exclaims. “You’re back! Can we make ice cream sundaes again? Oh, can we get a cake from the store? No, cupcakes! Pink ones!”

I chuckle, recognizing a sugar high when I see one.

“Hey, sweetie,” Owen replies, grinning as he bends down to swoop her up into his arms. “I’m here to hang out for a bit, yeah.”

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