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“Pup?” She laughed as she came into the kitchen. “He’s a big boy.”

“Yeah, he’s all muscle.” Barron dropped her bag on the floor. “My guess is he’s going to top out at around seventy pounds.” He pulled the pantry door open and took out the treat jar. He tossed one, and Caesar picked it up on the jump. Securing the treat within his jaws, he left the kitchen.

“You see? One treat, and we don’t exist.”

“That’s all right. He’ll be back when it’s finished.”

“Guaranteed. Let’s get you situated.” He picked up the bag and walked to the hallway.

She didn’t move. “Daddy?”

“Yes, babe.”

“I…”

He nodded. “I think I know. The sleeping situation is on your mind. Am I wrong?”

“You’re not wrong.”

“FYI, you’re sleeping with me, in my bed, Nugget. Unless we’re in age play and your Little needs a crib.” He closed the distance between them. “I can have one in here by tomorrow.” He caressed her cheek. “Would you like a crib, baby girl?”

She tilted her face into the caress. The touch of his firm fingers elicited the strongest sensations and desires in her. “I’ve thought about this a lot. Cribs and diapers don’t work for me. I’m not an adult baby.”

“I see. You’re closer to a Middle.”

Heat rushed to her face. “I suppose so.” She dropped her gaze. “A young Middle.”

Barron lifted her chin. His blue eyes devoured her. “It’s going to be my pleasure to explore your age and every need. I’ll probe and test, and you’ll respond with the truth. You’re my precious girl. My job is to show you the way and give you my heart. Yours is to follow Daddy’s rules. No more stunts or dangerous antics. Yes?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good.” He kissed her forehead. “Until we get better organized, we’re putting your clothes in the guest room.” Barron led her to the guest room. “I know it’s a little inconvenient. You’ll have to come here to choose your work outfit.” Sliding the closet doors open, he took out several empty hangers, dropped them on the bed, then emptied her bag.

“I’ll open a couple of drawers in my dresser for your underwear.” He winked at her. “I’m not missing the view of Yoanni María Sanz, soon-to-be Priestly, walking around in her panties and bra.”

Her heart jumped so hard, it hurt. Eyes wide, she gave a little squeal. “Daddy?”

“You heard me,” Barron said softly.

It was all too surreal and fantastic. She stared as Barron addressed the most significant topic in the world while hanging her blouses and dresses on hangers.

He hung the first batch of garments in the closet, then faced her. “I remember that wild day at the Dirt Road Saloon like it was yesterday.” He blew out a breath. “I’m in my thirties, old enough to know you’re the love of my life and the dream that rarely comes true. Here you are. Wow. I don’t want to waste another minute without you. I want to marry you and have a family together. I have to go back to the main question: do you want me? As I am. A Daddy Dominant, with all my quirks, rules, and strict demands.”

Yoanni looked her fill as he stepped closer. He was handsome and unassuming, gentle and powerful, yet worry shadowed his beautiful face. Barron honestly didn’t understand the depth of her feelings for him. She’d returned to Garden City for him alone. She’d left her family, her Miami Cuban tribe, and all the comforts and reassurances of a lifetime to seek the man she adored.

“I want you, exactly as you are. Quirky, domineering, and demanding. I dream of submitting to you. Does that answer your question?”

“This is important.” His chest rose and fell. “Are you in adult mode?”

“One hundred percent.”

He gave a small smile. “Thank you. I appreciate the honesty.”

“What happens now?”

“Now we finish putting your clothes away, then we have dinner. I picked up a couple of things for you. You can check them out while I cook.”

“Don’t you want my help? What should I do?”

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