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My chest warmed, as if a summer wind blew right through it.
First, Parker made a place for me in his walk-in closet for all my things. He helped me unpack. Seeing my things out and hanging next to his was one more connection being built between us.
The cherry on top was when he put Teddy on top of the pillows at the head of his bed. Parker was behaving like he was my real daddy. And for the next two weeks, he would be.
I was going to get everything out of it I could. And hopefully he would fall in love with me the way it was already happeningfor me. The quick bursts of excitement. The way every word he spoke was like a delicious morsel. And his arms around me when he’d carried me upstairs. My heart was exploding for him.
That was scary because it was early. I didn’t fall in love. Not usually. The truth was, I was often intimidated by daddies. That added to my thrills, and the sex was fun. But they didn’t want more from me except weekend quickies. That was great sometimes, but that wasn’t what made me fall for someone.
Parker woke up something else inside me. I’d waited for that feeling for what seemed like forever. There were nights I fantasized about my perfect daddy and thought it would never happen for me. Something was either wrong with me or I was on the wrong path.
I was so happy I’d decided to go to the Christmas party at the club. And then back for a second time.
Who knew Christmas might change my life? Everyone said it was a magical time of year. But those were just words. I thought they meant the magic of the lights and the snow and the gifts. And Santa. The real Santa.
I never thought I’d meet another kind of Santa.
Now that all my things were put away, Parker turned to me. “Time to get little ones ready for bed.”
“Yes, please. I can hardly keep my eyes open, Daddy.”
“That’s okay. We’ll have you tucked in in no time.”
He led me back into the bedroom where my PJs were lying out on the foot of the bed.
“Okay,” he said softly. “Time for buttons again.”
I raised my arms, and he started undoing the buttons on my shirt. He was fast. Like he’d said, he was a pro. I had nothing on underneath and was half naked by the time he pulled the shirt from my arms and folded it neatly.
I was nervous but happy. My skin tingled, making my nipples hard. I vacillated between being embarrassed and proud.
Parker made no comment.
“Sit on the edge of the bed so I can get your shoes.”
I obeyed, loving that the command in his tone was so patient. I lifted my feet.
He untied my light-up sneakers and gently removed them, then my socks, setting everything aside.
“Okay, stand back up, baby boy.”
I did. Without asking, and bending to his task, Parker started undoing my jeans. He’d already done it once. But this time I was taking them off. In front of him.
The flaps came undone exposing my underwear again, all the playful dogs leaping across the cotton material.
“Can you push them down for daddy?” Parker asked.
I shoved them down to my ankles, then stepped out of them.
Now I stood before him in only my briefs.
“Do you sleep in your underwear?” Parker asked.
What a question. Sometimes I did. I wasn’t sure what I should say. Then I realized he’d want me to say whatever made me comfortable.
For now, that was a “Yes.”
He held out the PJ bottoms so I could step into them. Next came the top. He had me dressed in seconds. He’d obviously done this before.
