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Josh’s Jackpot
By Anna Sparrows

Littles & Lace, Book 6

Detective Josh Walker has been walking a tightrope, suspended between his deepest desires and what he feels people expect from him. Add an embarrassing condition and a punishing job, and it’s a recipe for disaster. After all, he’s convinced he will only ever be accepted for bratty scene play, and no Daddy will ever want him as a forever Little.

Emmett Reid has been secretly crushing on his boss’s younger brother. With twenty odd years between himself and Josh, he knows it’s a pipe dream. At least, that’s what he thinks until a night at The Grove, the city’s premier BDSM club, brings him up close and personal with Josh…and throws in a wild card in the form of one smoking hot -if kind of short- blonde dom. Then, suddenly, he can’t get either man out of his head.

Meanwhile, Max Dalton’s been telling himself that he messed up with Josh six years ago and he isn’t going to repeat those mistakes. Besides, he’s a dom, not a Daddy. How could that even work? But when he finds himself playing co-Daddy with Emmett -smoking hot counsellor extraordinaire- Reid for a night, a whole world of possibilities open up before his eyes.

Will Josh believe that he deserves not only one Daddy, but two? How on earth are they going to manage a three-way friends-to-lovers relationship anyway? And, worse, what is Charlie -Josh’s brother, Max’s former partner, and Emmett’s boss- going to say??

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Excerpt:

When’s my Forever Daddy gonna come and smother me with kisses and sweet nothings, huh? Everyone else in our social circle has met their Happily Ever After person. Where the hell is mine?

Breathe, Josh. Breathe.

I try to remind myself that it wasn’t so long ago that Matt felt much like I did now. Hell, he was considering leaving the whole kink scene behind because all the Daddies he met kept telling him that he was too old and too buff to be someone’s Forever Little.

I’m just as buff as Matt. And I’m in my thirties now.

I can’t help but feel like I did not give Matt enough empathy or consideration when he felt this way. Hell, I brought him here for his birthday and, in a move that makes me cringe with mortification, I left him on his own to go and be bratty for a cute Daddy I knew.

Yes, that was the night Matt met London and one could argue that it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t been an oblivious dick, but I still feel really bad for abandoning my friend when he felt little, alone, and unwanted.

Maybe this is my karma. My universal penance for doing shit like that my whole life.

Maybe being a brat wasn’t all an act. Maybe years of doing stuff just like that has earned me the lonely, Daddy-less existence I’m living now.

“Joshie?” Matt prods me with an extended index finger, and it takes me a second to realize that I never answered him.

My lump of yellow Play Doh lands on the table with a thud as I drop it. “I didn’t know I was gonna be here,” I tell him, not quite little enough to fully lapse into the same kind of speech patterns. “I thought I’d come look for a Daddy.”

Matt’s smile turns knowing and his eyes sparkle with mirth. “Oh,” he drags the word out, “do you need to be naughty?”

I bite my bottom lip before it can wobble and I shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

He cranes his neck around, unabashedly taking in the small crowd assembled here tonight. Our table is set in the inset ‘play pit’ in the middle of the large, carpeted room which spans the length of the front of the large warehouse building that happens to be home to The Grove. On the other end of this massive, high-ceilinged space, there’s a bouncy castle where a few Littles are currently having the times of their lives. Along the wall near us, there are couches for the caregivers to sit and stare out over the space, ‘supervising’ us Littles at play. It’s all brightly colored and welcoming, but I still feel sad and alone despite all of that.

I watch as Matt’s face falls when he makes the same realization I did. “Damn,” he says softly and full of empathy. “No Daddies tonight. Well, not unless you wanna see if Emmett wants to play?” Matt gestures towards a familiar figure.

The man is hot, I’ll give him that. He looks like Idris Elba, but he’s built like Shaq. I’m not short at 6’1”, but Emmett Reid is a mountain of a man who makes me feel small in all the best ways.

And now I’m fighting the urge to cry again. As if Emmett would ever be interested in me! And it’s a bad idea anyway, considering he works for Charlie.

I force another shrug and shake my head, managing to get the word “Nup” out without giving away how close I am to losing it.

“Oh well,” Matt says brightly, “you just play with me.” Once again it’s ‘pway’ and ‘wiff’. It’s cute, but I’m still nowhere near that mental space.

But Matt’s one of my closest friends, so I force myself to fake it, plastering a bright smile on my face and clapping my hands together. “What first?”

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