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Finally, I got up the courage to let him lead me. We made one rough, slow circle of the rink.
“Look at you,” Parker said. “You did a whole lap.”
I smiled, but inside I was still shaking. “Can we be done now?”
“All right. How about a hot drink and some shopping?”
“Yes! But get me off this ice now, please.”
Parker laughed when I let out a moan of pleasure and yelled “land” as I stepped back on the rubbery floor.
I had one good thing to say about ice skating with my daddy. I could constantly touch him and hold onto him. That was a win.
Another win was when we got home we were both so exhausted after dinner we only had the energy to crawl onto the couch and cuddle in front of movies.
Parker kissed me three more times. I was swooning when we went upstairs.
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Parker
Alittle curl of dark hair framed one of Kit’s closed eyes. His head rested on my chest. We had been watching a movie, but now his eyes were closed.
My entire body ached for him. Kit was my dream boy in every way. Physically smaller than I was, dark-haired, boyish and energetic. But it was more than that. Over the past three days, plus the meetings in the club and our one lunch date, we discovered a lot of the same tastes. Our likes, dislikes and how we approached our lives were a match. A great match.
The boy who’d sat on Santa’s lap had unwittingly brought Santa the very gift he’d always wanted. Damn did I want him. I’d been hard for him for two days.
We were taking things slow. We both discussed it. Wanted it. I loved him for it. At the same time, it was agonizing.
Daddy/boy dynamics were different for everyone. Most wanted sex, but it didn’t have to be all about that. Some peoplesimply wanted to be diapered and put to bed with a pacifier and a stuffie.
Kit wanted more. I wanted more. As the daddy, I would make that decision. But my mind was fogged. Muddled. I wanted him now. Would it be too soon?
I held him like he was already mine. A done deal.
I tried to focus on the movie, but I kept losing track of it, thinking about Kit clinging to me on the ice, terrified of falling. Remembering how excited he was when I gave him the Christmas coloring books this morning. We’d shopped afterward and hid that we were buying presents for each other. It was a fun day.
Kit blinked awake, looking hazy. “Did I fall asleep?”
“It looks that way.”
“Sorry.” He lifted his head from my chest.
My arm tightened around him. “Don’t move. You’re keeping me warm.”
“Are you cold, Daddy?”
“The fire is only sparks now and I didn’t want to move to build it up.”
“I’m such a burden.” He laughed, showing me he wasn’t serious.
“If you are, I’ve found one more thing to like about you. I enjoy this. Sitting here with you in my arms.
“Me, too.” His muscles relaxed against me now that he knew he wasn’t a real burden.
“The forecast is for more snow tonight,” I said.
“I wanted snow for Christmas. One of my wishes came true early.”
