Page 170 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Her breathing grew erratic as he fucked her slowly, his finger playing with her until she reached that peak and crashed over it.

The feel of her pulsating around him sent him over the edge, and so he drove into her faster and harder until he found his own release.

Shuddering, he held her tight as he tried to calm his breathing.

“Christ, darling girl. I swear that every time it gets better.”

She turned to kiss him. “It sure does.”

Bebe clappedher hands as a bowl of spaghetti bolognese was placed before her. “Spag bol! Spag bol!”

Then she stopped.

Oh.

Maybe he didn’t want her Little out at the dinner table? Dinners with the asshole had always been very formal affairs. He’d expected perfect manners so she would have found herself marched off to bed with no dinner for that display.

Corbin wasn’t like that. But still, she turned to watch him for his reaction.

Only to find him staring at her in concern. “What’s wrong, darling? Is something the matter with the food? Am I missing something?”

“What? No! It looks delicious. It’s just . . . is it okay for me to be Little while eating dinner? I can be quieter and less excitable. And I can eat really tidily. And I’ll do all the dishes.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He moved off his chair to crouch next to her. Gently, with his hand on one cheek, he turned her to face him. “You can be whatever you need to be. I like when you’re excited, it means you’re happy. If you get too messy, I’ll feed you and put a bib on you. If you get too loud, then I’ll find a way to quiet you down. Be yourself, baby. Okay?”

“All right. I, um . . . I . . .”

“What is it?”

“I like the idea of the, um . . . of the . . .”

“Bib? Me feeding you?”

She nodded, feeling her face growing red.

“That’s good because so do I.”

Bebe let out a deep breath, hope filling her. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, baby.” Standing, he dragged over his chair. Then he walked to a drawer and pulled out her bib. She was dancing for joy on her chair as he tied it around her.

He chuckled as he tried to tie it. “Stay still, baby, so I can get this on.”

“Sorry, Daddy!”

When he had it on, he sat and forked up some spaghetti, holding it up to his mouth.

Huh?

That was her spaghetti! But all he did was test it against his lips and blow on it. “Just got to make sure it’s not too hot. Don’t want to burn my baby.”

Lord.

This man.

He was a balm to her ravaged insides. He smoothed out her rough edges and filled the emptiness inside her.

He was her world.

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