Chapter One

Willow

Have you ever had a crush on someone you should totally, one hundred percent not have a crush on?

Like you try to forget all about them. Scrub them from your mind. Redirect your thoughts to anyone or anything other than them.

But they still keep popping up, invading your brain and claiming it as their own?

That's where I'm at.

My name is Willow Payne. I'm 21years old. Still in college (but I graduate soon—probably in December if I buckle down and load up on hours in the fall). I'm in Galveston for my sister's wedding. She wanted to do the whole destination thing, but they didn't want to go to some remote, tropical island that might keep friends and family from attending. So, here in the Gulf of Mexico, in Texas, they still get the beach but without all the expense and hassle of say the Virgin Islands or something.

Anyway, it's a sweet, fun time with family. You know the drill. Laughing. Re-connecting with relatives I don't see that often. Making memories. All that stuff.

I'm one of the bridesmaids, too, so that's nice.

But there's something else you should know about me.

I'm a Little.

As in, super Little. I want a Daddy to spank me. Powder me. Diaper me. All that fun stuff.

See? I told you. I'm really, really Little.

I hope you don't think I'm a freak. I mean, I totally am, but it's not cool to kink shame.

Speaking of kink—I have a huge Daddy kink. Throw in an age gap and make them hot and sexy? Whew. You got me there. I'm getting wet just thinking about it. As in, I'm so wet that if I wasn't right here at a beachside restaurant surrounded by family and friends at a rehearsal dinner I'd totally go back to my room and finger bang myself.

Full confession: it's not just thinking about a hypothetical Daddy that has me so on edge.

It's that there's a real-life Daddy right here with me! At this rehearsal dinner! And he's just like I was describing—thirty years older than me, ridiculously handsome, with a sexy, tan and toned body. And did I mention he's loaded? I mean, he's not like Bill Gates rich. But he's doing alright. He's a surgeon. He's got cash. (Not that that's what I look for in a Daddy. Give me older and hot any day over wealthy. But the money sure doesn't hurt!)

There's just one problem. And it's a big one.

His son is about to marry my sister.