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

by Fae Quin

While that had been an endlessly amusing experience, I was officially overstimulated and way too drunk to try to people anymore.

But it felt, in a way, like I’d accidentally adopted him. Like he was a duckling that had imprinted, and was finding any excuse to come see me.

“Try not to use the dish soap the same way you used my conditioner,” Ben teased. And then he was gone—leaving me to turn into a soapy, wrinkly-fingered puddle of embarrassment all on my own.

“That was a celebratory jerk off!”