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My heart began pounding, not in panic or bottled-up anger, but rather in excitement. The pleasure pooling between my legs thicken, and I had to push Finn’s head aside, on a pillow so he wouldn’t smell my arousal.

It’s all yours, Daddy. Yours to pummel and do as you please.

His reply bounced back a millisecond late.

Sky Walker: Where do you stay? Do you stay alone? I could arrange for a hotel room just for the both of us to meet tomorrow.

Oh, God. I’d only just started talking to him today. I wasn’t even sure that he was Mr. Sturm in question here. What if he turned out to be a creepy, ruthless serial killer? I couldn’t imagine turning up dead and leaving Finn in a cruel world like this.

I’m sorry but…I don’t know you quite well for us to meet.

I tossed my phone aside on the small bedside table beside the bed when Finn began to stir once more, calling out for me. I laid properly on the bed, wrapping an arm around him so he’d stop feeling scared. He normally found it hard to sleep at ni