If Only In Our Dreams (Christmas Daddies, #3)

by Fae Quin

I would die before I let anyone know that “little Ben Montgomery” was responsible for the epidemic of primal kink in Belleville.

“A doctor?” Robin grinned. “Big hands, big dick, not afraid of gay sex, would wear nail polish, writes smut, and is a doctor.”

Praise kink. He might have a praise kink. My head spun. Stop thinking about his kinks, Ben, and feed him. He looks hungry.

And when he glanced up at me, grin softer than before, a private, giddy thing, I decided right then and there that I would make him smile like that as many times as I possibly could before he went back home, my dignity and dislike of the holidays be damned.

Apparently, I liked men who were good with children. Good to know.

“You did,” I promised, huskily. “You did so well, Robin. Thank you.” He lit up. Praise kink. Definitely a praise kink. And then, because I couldn’t help myself, and my mouth apparently had a mind of its own I added, “You’re such a good boy.”

“All of my relationships have been long distance,” I countered. Miles stared at me, confused. “You know.” I blinked. “Because I’m basically five feet tall.”

Ben knew what I wanted before I even knew it. Ben knew how to take care of me. Ben was the comfort I’d never known I needed. He was strength and home and trust. He was laughter, shared wine glasses, and belonging. He made me want to stay.

Maybe that was love. Accepting that one day you might lose the person that made your heart full, but choosing them anyway. The deeper I sank, the harder it would be to heal, but I was at peace with that.