Page 1 of Daddy’s Perfect Pair

Prologue

TREY

How could they even begin to think something like this was safe?

I have half a mind to contact them for a meetup just to tell them how stupidly dangerous they’re being with an ad like this.

Young Married Couple, MF, looking for a Daddy to take us both.

We love each other exponentially but are willing to add one more to our love in order to have all of our needs met.

Serious inquiries only.

Thank you,

Julie and Peter McKinnon

It’sinteresting that her name is first in this ad, though.

What the fuck am I saying? It doesn’t matter because I’m not doing it. I have no reason to contact them. I am not a Daddy Dom.

My best friend and brother-in-law Landon is, but it’s something I’d really rather not think about. It’s too personal to think about now that he’s married to my much younger little sister, and my brain just doesn’t need or want to imagine that aspect of their lives.

So, what is it about this ad that has be stopping? Why do I feel a sort of protectiveness over them just from looking at their picture?

She’s a gorgeous woman and they definitely look happy together, but again, why am I looking?

I’m not into men…though I can admit this Peter guy has a certain feel to him.

Dear God, I’m losing my mind.

First, I’m thinking about reaching out because this ad on Chrislist is so fucking dangerous. And now I’m actually looking at a guy with sudden interest?

I need a fucking break.

“Mr. Adams, you have a call on line four,” my assistant, Eli, beeps through the intercom, and I curse.

“Cancel it, please. I’m leaving early.”

“Yes, sir.”

Before I can change my mind again, I shoot an email off to the couple. Now I just have to wait for a reply. I’m just doing this as a way to help them and make sure they’re safe. Not for any other reason, or at least, that’s what I tell myself.

What the hell have I done?

Chapter1

Julie

“Yes! Oh my God, right there.” I dig my nails into Pete’s ass as he thrusts into me deeper, hitting the spot inside me that he knows drives me crazy.

“Fucking Christ, babe,” he groans, nipping at my neck. “You’re squeezing me so goddamn tight. How is that even fucking possible?” He ruts into me, sweat dripping off him as I move my hips to meet every thrust.

Pete and I have been together since ninth grade.

We were each other’s first…well everything, and I’d never want to change that.

My love for him is so deep that nothing could ever come between us, and I know he feels the same for me.

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