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Oh, wow. He sounded serious. But what if she couldn’t be what he needed? “Do I have a say in anything?” Harmony asked.
“Yes, of course.”
She thought about it for a moment, and it made her feel better. As if she’d be able to handle the relationship better if she had more choices. “Is there more?”
“Yes. I want you to call me Daddy.”
Her eyes widened. “You want to be my father?”
He chuckled. “Absolutely not. When you call me Daddy, it’s just a form of endearment, kind of like when I call you Baby.”
“Oh, well, I guess I can do that.”
“Don’t worry about it. It will take time to get used to,” Christian said.
“When did you learn about this type of lifestyle?”
“I’ve always felt the need to be in charge, but it wasn’t until college that I learned about it. Several men I met have littles.”
“You know people who live like this?”
Christian nodded. “Yes. And they’re happier than I’ve ever seen them. Someday soon, we’ll visit so you can meet a few of them.”
“I’d like that a lot.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Do you have any other questions?”
She shook her head. “Not right now.”
“Good.”
Chapter Fourteen
Without another word, Christian grasped a chunk of her hair and pulled her head back. At the same time, he lowered his head and kissed her with undisguised hunger that quickly escalated.
A moment later, Christian bent his knees, gripped the back of hers, and lifted her high against his chest as he continued to ravish her mouth.
He gently laid her on the mattress and followed her down to lie on top of her, keeping the majority of his weight off of her. He framed her face with his elbows.
“You are so beautiful.”
Harmony’s heart softened. She reached up and laid her hand on the side of his face.
“I think you’re beautiful.”
Christian grinned and bent his head to take her lips. He continued to taste her as his hand started moving over her torso, getting closer and closer to her breast.
Harmony sucked in a breath when his hand engulfed her breast over her nightgown. The heat from his palm seemed to scorch her, making her nipple tighten into a hard bundle of need.
Christian paid attention to both of them before he moved down. He grasped some of the silky fabric and began to slowly pull the gown up.
“Lift up,” he demanded when the fabric got caught on her hips. He tugged it up and over her head and tossed it onto the floor. His lower body still pressed down on hers as he braced himself on one elbow to lift himself to be able to see her body clearly.
“Jesus, woman. You take my breath away,” he murmured in a deep, passion-filled husky tone.
Harmony tried to hold still, but the sensation of his hands on her naked body and the scorching desire in his eyes were making her insides quake.
“Please, Christian.”
