As they walked, Emily's mind drifted to Lucas' skilled ministrations, heat pooling in her core. She shook her head, trying to focus on the task at hand.
"f**k, Em," Sophia breathed. "I need to find myself a Lucas."
Emily laughed, linking arms with her friend. "There's only one Lucas, I'm afraid. But maybe we can find you a 'daddy', as you put it."
Sophia snorted. "God, can you imagine? Me calling some guy 'daddy'? I'd probably burst out laughing."
"Never say never," Emily teased, winking at her friend. "Now come on, we've got more flyers to deliver. And then maybe I'll tell you about the thing he does with his fingers."
Two hours and countless flyer deliveries later, Emily's feet ached as she collapsed into a chair in a café. The scent of freshly ground coffee and warm pastries envel
