what appeals to you,” he explained. I scrunched up my nose when he offered me a carrot stick. I
wasn’t a fan of veggies, but the look on Theron’s face made it clear that eating my carrots wasn’t
optional. Luckily, he didn’t take issue with my healthy food being drowned in yummy dressing. “If
you’re worried about turning me off, stop. I’ve been a Daddy to a baby boy, and I’ve played with men
who had no desire to regress. The big thing that appeals to me is taking care of my boy, whether he’s
big or little.”
Oh. Well that was refreshing. It was a big deal to admit I wanted to see what it was like to be
little. So far, I’d limited myself to stuffies, blankies, and toys that could easily be played off as
holdovers from childhood. I wanted to go deeper, but I’d always told myself that was something I
wanted to save for my Daddy when I found him. And maybe I had.
“I’ve never gotten to be little,” I admitted. “I like the idea of it, and I know there are things I like,
but it’s not as fun when you don’t have a Daddy to take care of you.”
There. That was honest. And the world didn’t crash down around me when I admitted it.
“Well, then why don’t you finish eating and we can talk further about what that would look like to
you before we start working.” That sounded like a damn good idea to me. I wondered if Theron
understood it would be impossible for me to focus on work until after we’d both laid our cards on the
table.
“I’d like that.” Theron brushed his thumb over my cheekbone and my entire body came to life. He
smiled and I knew I’d do just about anything to earn that look directed at me.
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Theron
As I sat next to Sam, feeding him bites of chicken strips and carrot sticks, it was difficult to remain
upset about him canceling our first date. And yes, I’d known from the moment he called that his
course work wasn’t the full reason he’d backed out of dinner, but I hadn’t called him out on it.
Hearing him own his fears both broke my heart and made it swell with pride.
“Are you full, Sammy?” Yeah, I’d noticed the way he smiled when I called him that the first time,
so I was going to keep doing it.
“Yes, Sir.”
So damned polite. He pushed the plate to the center of the table. I got up, quickly grabbing a
washcloth. He smirked when I lifted a hand, wiping it clean before repeating the action with his other
