Page 65 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
I wasn’t in love with Sam yet, but I’d been close with S.M.C. He’d been the perfect Daddy for me, the best friend I could ask for, and I’d wished for him to be just as perfect in real life.
But S.M.C.wasSam. And I suspected Samwasjust as perfect in real life as he’d been online. It wouldn’t take much for me to fall in love with him completely.
Shit. Despite my best intentions, maybe hehadstolen my heart without me realizing it.
My pulse started racing. I needed to tell Sam all of this. I needed to apologize, put everything out there, tell him I wasn’t upset about anything he’d confessed, that I was elated that the two men I’d developed strong feelings for over the past several months were the same person. Then hope he’d be willing to give me another chance.
Tristan had turned back to the table and was talking to Ethan, and my skin started crawling like I needed to get out of this booth and take action. So I nudged him until he let me up.
I could at least get a refill on my drink. Maybe that would help this antsy feeling go away.
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I took my time working my way toward the bar, stopping to watch the shibari session happening on the far wall with vague interest for a few moments. I’d never been much for being tied up. After months of playing with my Daddy online, I could definitively say pain was more my thing. Pain slut, party of one.
After that demonstration wrapped up, they announced that the next one was set to start in fifteen minutes, which meant I had time to refresh my drink and get back to the booth in time. So I made my way toward the bar in earnest. I’d eyed somestagehands setting up the spanking bench in the shadows, and I was nearly squirming in anticipation. They didn’t announce their demos beforehand, but I just knew this one would feature impact play. I couldn’t wait.
“Another rum and coke, please,” I called to Henry, who looked over at me and nodded. “Short-staffed tonight?”
He poured some beer from the draft for another customer; his cuffs were rolled up, showing off his bulging forearms. I probably would’ve been desperate to lick those if he was my type, but he wasn’t lean muscle and only a few inches taller than me. Basically, he wasn’t Sam. “Yup. New kid called out already.” He sighed, and I offered a sympathetic smile as he looked me over. “You look nice.”
I glanced down at the outfit Tristan had forced me into. He’d paired the tiniest T-shirt I could wear without being laughed out of my own life with skintight jeans and a pair of my most stylish, most expensive, and most comfortable brown boots. I supposed he knew what he was doing—even I had to admit I looked damn good. “Thanks.”
Henry started making my drink, and I turned to survey the dance floor. Almost instantly, I spotted the most perfect ass I’d ever seen, attached to a man currently facing away from me on the edge of the dance floor, swaying to the music. My eyes got wide as I stared—I couldn’t help it. The man had the world’s best butt, and I was so into it. My dick perked up, and I interlaced my fingers in front of me to palm it discreetly through my skintight jeans. God, to feel those cheeks in my hands . . .
My eyes slid up his back slowly to the bottom of his dark long-sleeved top that sparkled under the muted lights as he moved. Then he bent forward slightly—why, I didn’t know, but I sure as hell wasn’t complaining—and yup, I died. This must have been heaven. Ass heaven. The man must have been an angel. An angel with a heavenly ass.
I forced my eyes away, swallowing hard and wishing my drink was ready. I was parched. Was the furnace cranked on high? I couldn’t cool down.
My eyes found the man again because I just couldn’t help myself, and I rejoiced that his back was still turned to me. I could totally channel my inner voyeur and let my eyes take their fill.
His shoulders were perfectly outlined in the skintight black top, and yeah, I definitely wanted to lick him. And the world’s sexiest pants weren’t leaving anything to the imagination, praise all that was holy. I followed the line of his body upward as he turned slightly, and though I couldn’t make out any features of his shrouded face, he felt familiar. Almost like . . . Sam.
My shoulders fell with my mood. I’d just been thinking about Sam and how much I wished he was here so we could talk. My mind was probably simply looking for what it wanted to see.
But then the man smiled.
My heart stuttered.
“Cameron, you okay?”
I whipped back around to Henry much too quickly, making my head spin.
“Whoa, sit down, man.” Henry reached his arms toward me, but even his tall frame couldn’t reach all the way across the wide bar. I slid onto a barstool as he’d requested, though, then took the water he slid in front of me and downed half of it.
“Everything okay?” Henry asked once I’d stopped shaking.
I nodded slowly. “Yes, I just . . . I saw someone I know.”
Henry’s lips curled in a smirk. “Someone you like?”
I couldn’t hide my own smile, feeling much more calm after resting for a few seconds. “Maybe.”
Henry winked at me as he poured a beer from the tap for someone else a few seats down. I finished up the water as he did. “Good luck with that, man. You deserve it.” Then he slid my rumand coke in front of me, removing the empty water glass. “You good?”
I nodded, grabbing the drink and stepping away while calling out my thanks.
When I turned back around, my eyes fell on Sam once again. This time, he was out on the floor, dancing with a taller man. Someone who looked oddly familiar . . .fuck. That couldn’t be Jason, right? The universe wouldnotbe this cruel.
