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His smile is bright as he walks onto the stage, practically skipping. In the distance, I can vaguely hear all the people backstage cheering and singing—distracting all the other boys as they wait their turn. All the blood rushes to my head as I recognize that pretty smile. The lace mask does nothing to hide his identity, and I get the feeling he did that on purpose.

Wylan is a cute little thing in his sparkling green short shorts. His crop top shows off his toned figure in a way I’ve never seen before, and I feel myself hardening at the sight of him. But it isn’t just his body that I’m appreciating. No, it’s his enthusiasm, that sense of happiness that’s radiating off him.

He looks so jovial and free.

Wylan bites his bottom lip. It’s a shy, seductive tug that seems to rile up his audience, as Daddies all around me start to bid. Once again, Wylan has me frozen in disbelief.

Hunter’s words replay in my head.

Wylan scans the crowd as if searching for someone, and I briefly hope he’s looking for me. Taking a deep breath, I let all the eager Daddies bid on my boy until there are only three or so people caught in a bidding war.

When the bids start to slow, I calmly hold up my sparkly paddle and spit out some ungodly number.

The crowd grows silent, except for one tiny gasp from up on stage. I remove my mask, and stand up, just as Hunter announces me as the winner.

When Wylan’s eyes meet mine and his face breaks out into a huge grin, I know deep down I was the one he was searching for. Wylan was looking for me.

To my delight, as soon as I walk up on stage to claim my boy, Wylan rushes forward and throws himself into my arms, wrapping his slim legs around my waist.

I wrap my arms around him and place a gentle claiming kiss on his temple.

“Thank you for bidding on me, Daddy.” He whispers the last word into my ear, before biting my lobe. That little extra bite of pain has me groaning in shock.

Wylan continues to surprise me.

Chapter five

Wylan

Is this really happening? I squeeze my legs tighter around Seth’s waist. Did the man I’ve been crushing on for over year just bid a gazillion dollars for one little date with me?

Me?

I mean, yeah, it wasn’t actually a gazillion, and the money does go to charity, but there’s no way anyone isthatgenerous.

I giggle, bouncing on Seth, feeling happy and free. He bid on me even knowing all the stuff that Hunter promised he would lay out for the crowd. Hunter promised he’d tell all the Daddies about my various kinks. Thank goodness the Christmas music and all the cheering drowned out his intro. If I heard Hunter describe every little thing about me, I probably would have chickened out.

Seth shifts me into a comfortable position so that he’s cupping my ass. It isn’t sexual, but more playful. And I kind of love him for that.

“What are you giggling about, flower?”

My chest warms at the nickname. God, I love it when he calls me petal and flower. It makes me feel delicate and cherished. My eyes pop wide with shock. Have I always felt that way when Seth talks to me? I briefly think back to the moment we met and the first time he called me petal. I think about all those times we spent our days or evenings together at work, all those times we got to know each other. And I realize the answer is yes.

I’ve felt precious and cared for whenever Seth talked to me.

“I’m just really happy you bid on me. I think I’m in shock.”

He chuckles, placing another one of those tender kisses on my temple before we walk backstage. All the littles and boys cheer as soon as they see us. Several of them spit out questions at us as if we are celebrities, all the while Seth walks past, never letting me go. He gives them friendly noncommittal answers.

One question sticks out like a thorn as we finally leave the crowd. “Is there something here between us, or is this just the one date that you paid for?”

Seth stills, and I’m afraid I popped the cheerful bubble around us. I unwrap my legs from around his waist and he slides me down his body until my toes touch the floor.

Looking into my eyes, Seth cups my cheeks. “This isn’t a one-time thing for me. Wylan, I’ve had feelings for you since the day I met you,” he confesses.

My eyes widen. I’m about to say something when he places his index finger on my lips, hushing me.

“I get that it might take a while for you to trust me like this, but I want to explore this thing between us. I want to try and be your Daddy, and your boyfriend. Would you like that, Wylan?”

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