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

by Fae Quin

Because…while my bubble remained small, today I had learned that it was still large enough to accommodate a tiny, black-clad emo twink. An emo twink that I was going to need to find, so that I could properly apologize. And perhaps…maybe thank for reading my book. Which I still couldn’t believe had really happened. It felt surreal at best.

“You’re not fucking it up,” he disagreed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re just…super fucking awkward dude. But in a cute way. I mean…the photo album was pretty extra, but I super appreciate it.” “I don’t want to be creepy.”

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

In my defense, Ben Montgomery was a total snack. Not that I’d tap that, because I wouldn’t. Family, duh. And I was only here temporarily. I’d be leaving right before Christmas Eve, so there was no reason to shake the foundation that Miles had painstakingly built. But still—I could look at him and think that, couldn’t I? In the privacy of my own head. It wasn’t illegal to want to climb him like a tree.

Digging his thumb into my slit like if he teased me hard enough he could force a third out of my cock.

I’m sorry… what the actual?

“Such a good, good, boy.”

If good boy is your thing, you’re in for a treat (not my thing apparently)