Page 15 of Babygirl for Christmas

God, I’m falling in love with him. I do my best not to admit that I’m already gone for the man because I totally am. He’s quickly becoming my everything. We skate for hours, and true to his word, Nick doesn’t let me fall. He twirls me around on the ice like it’s a dance floor, and I laugh and squeal in happy excitement.

When my nose is pink from the cold, he stops our fun and leads me off of the ice. When our boots are back on, he buys us both a hot chocolate—extra marshmallows for me—and we head back to his truck.

We get back to my house, and I’m exhausted. Worn out from the late-night last night and the long day of work. Add in the ice-skating, and it makes for one tired me. I can’t seem to quit yawning, and instead of just helping me down from the truck, Nick scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the house. I wrap my arms around his neck and snuggle into his embrace, no longer feeling the need to protest his high-handed ways of taking care of me.

If my daddy wants to carry me and make me feel like a princess, who am I to argue?

He carries me straight through to the bedroom and helps me into my pajamas. He tucks me into bed, and I pout when he stands to leave. “Will you stay?”

For a minute, I think he’s going to deny me, but then he steps away and strips down to his boxers. I smile happily when he crawls into bed beside me. I smile even harder when he tugs me into his arms and lets me basically lay on top of him. He’s my new favorite pillow. Nick kisses the top of my head and rubs soothing circles on my back until I’m drifting off into a restful sleep.

Once again, I wake up alone, but I can hear him making breakfast in the kitchen. A huge smile breaks out on my face. I rush through my morning routine, not even taking the time to dry my hair. I toss it up in a messy bun—something I never do on a workday because hairstylists should always have great hair.

Nick is at the stove, pushing eggs around in a pan when I come up behind him and wrap myself around him like I did yesterday. Just like yesterday, he pats my hands and gives them a little squeeze.

“Morning, baby. Did you sleep well?”

I nuzzle into his back, planting kisses on him. “Better than even the night before. You’re like magic. I haven’t slept so well in years. I’m totally keeping you.”

He chuckles at that. “It’s a damn good thing I want to be kept then.”

I’m smiling like a loon again.

Breakfast is delicious. This time when he sets the glass of milk on the table alongside a coffee mug, I chug down the milk so I can get to my coffee faster. He gives my side an approving squeeze causing me to preen a little. I love it when he’s happy with me.

Today work is a mess. We are busy as heck, and without a receptionist, we are all running around like crazy trying to pick up the slack. Every time the phone rings, it reminds me that I need to hire a new receptionist. I’m pooped by the time I’m able to lock the doors at seven.

Instead of running out like they usually would, everyone stays and helps to clean up. My phone rings several times in my purse, but I ignore it, knowing it’s probably Nick, who is waiting outside to drive me home since we had another dusting of snow. After the third time I ignore my ringing phone, there’s a knock at the door.

Sam is closest, and before I can get there, he lets in a not so happy looking Nick.

Ut oh.

He doesn’t say a word as he sinks down into one of the reception chairs, a disapproving look on his handsome face. My bottom tingles, and I have a feeling that I’m about to experience my very first spanking that isn’t just a little fun.

“Who is the scowling dreamboat?” Sam asks when we are collecting our things from the backroom.

“That’s Nick…” I say with a blush. I don’t really know how else to answer him. Do I tell him he’s my boyfriend? Just my friend? What do I say? “My… boyfriend, I think?”

“You think?” Sam gives me a bewildered look.

“I mean, we haven’t really discussed it… but it feels kind of like he’s my boyfriend.”

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “Sweet, sweet Cherry. If I were you, I’d lock him down now before someone else swipes him up.”

I shake my head, shushing him as we head up to the front of the shop where a not so pleased Nick is waiting for me. Everyone leaves with tired goodbyes and promises to see them Monday.

“You didn’t answer your phone when I called,” he accuses once everyone else is gone.

I sigh. “I know. I was busy.”

“I don’t like it when you don’t answer me when I call. How do I know something isn’t wrong?”

“But you knew where I was and that I was cleaning up. I just wanted to hurry up and get it done so I could spend the rest of the evening with you.”

The disappointment in his expression melts away, but I don’t for one second think that I’m out of the woods just yet. He still has a look of determination on his face. I have a feeling that determination means bad things for my booty.

My worry over what happens when we get home is completely lost when we pull up in front of my house, and it’s lit up like a Christmas tree. The whole house is covered in twinkle lights. Giddy excitement rushes through me, my potential spanking a worry for another time.

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