Page 36 of Small Town Daddy

"Together," I repeated, loving how it sounded.

"Now we just need to decide on your safeword. You know what that is?”

“Mmmhmm. I think ‘home’ is a good choice. What do you think?”

“Perfect.”

As Marcus stood to make copies, I couldn't help but marvel at how far we'd come. From strangers to . . . this. Whatever this was, it felt right. It felt like the start of something amazing.

The firelight danced across Marcus's face, casting shadows that accentuated his strong jawline. My heart raced as I looked up from the contract, meeting his intense blue gaze. The air between us crackled with electricity, thick with unspoken possibilities.

"I'm really glad we're doing this," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the soft pop and hiss of the fire.

Marcus reached out, his calloused hand enveloping mine. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down my spine. "Me too," he replied, his deep voice rumbling through me.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from his. There was something different in the way he looked at me now—a heated intensity that made my breath catch. We'd crossed a line tonight, and there was no going back.

"Lucy," Marcus murmured, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. "May I kiss you?"

My heart leapt into my throat. This was it —the moment I'd been both craving and terrified of. I nodded, not trusting my voice.

Marcus leaned in slowly, giving me time to change my mind. But I didn't want to change my mind. I wanted this—wanted him—more than I'd ever wanted anything.

His lips met mine, soft and questioning at first. I melted into the kiss, my free hand coming up to cup his cheek. As the kiss deepened, a small whimper escaped me.

Marcus pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine. "Okay?" he asked, his breath warm against my lips.

"More than okay," I whispered back, already aching to kiss him again.

A slow smile spread across his face. "Good," he said, before capturing my lips once more.

This time the kiss was more urgent, filled with the desperate need to connect on a deeper level. His hand cradled the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he drew me closer. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the strength in his arms as he held me close.

As our tongues danced together, I felt a wave of desire wash over me. I reached down, my hand finding its way to his hip, feeling the hard outline of his erection through his pants. I gripped him tightly, needing to feel him against me.

When we finally parted, both slightly breathless, I couldn't stop the giddy laugh that bubbled up. "Wow," I said, grinning like an idiot.

Marcus chuckled, the sound sending warmth spreading through my chest. "Wow indeed," he agreed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

I leaned into his touch, savoring the moment. "So . . . what happens now?" I asked, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling in my stomach.

"Now," Marcus said, his eyes twinkling, "we take things one step at a time. No rush, baby girl. We have all the time in the world."

I swallowed heavily. “Whatever you say, Daddy.”

Chapter 10

Marcus

The contract lay betweenus, a tangible testament to the commitment we had just made. My heart raced with anticipation, every breath charged with electricity. Lucy sat across from me, her green eyes wide, reflecting a mix of excitement and vulnerability that tugged at something deep inside me.

"I couldn't help but notice," I said, breaking the silence, "that you wrote that you were very interested in Cock Worship." My words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she nodded, biting her lip in that way that drove me wild.

"Yeah, I did," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked so damn beautiful, and I could hardly believe this was happening. It felt surreal yet intensely vivid all at once. "What do you think it would feel like to worship my cock?" I asked, leaning closer, my voice low and coarse with desire.

For a moment, she didn't speak. Her gaze dropped to the bulge straining against my pants. The tension crackled between us, a taut wire ready to snap. Finally, she met my eyes again, her expression a blend of curiosity and longing. "I think . . ." she started, hesitating as if searching for the right words. "I think it would feel amazing."

I stood up slowly, savoring the moment, letting the anticipation build. My hands moved to my belt, fingers deftly undoing the buckle. Her eyes followed every movement, wide and eager. Her breath hitched when I pulled down my pants, revealing myself fully to her.

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