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“Does that seem unreasonable?”

“No,” she answered, shaking her head.

“Did I tell you there was no way you were going to work tomorrow?”

“No,” she whispered. “Maybe I overreacted?”

“What would you want your dream Daddy to do when you make a mistake? Or if you refuse to do what Daddy tells you to do?”

“Punish me,” she whispered even softer.

“Why?”

“Because that means he cares,” she said, crossing her fingers he’d agree with her.

“Exactly. Did you know punishments completely erase any mess-up you make?”

“Even the best erasers leave some kind of residue, Daddy.”

“Punishments aren’t like an eraser. They’re more like a reset button on a computer.”

“Oh.”

“So rules and punishments show that a Daddy loves you and wants you to have a fresh start.”

Melissa dropped her gaze to the floor. “You don’t love me.”

“I definitely didn’t bring you to my house simply because your apartment should be condemned. Of course I love you. I knew from the minute your profile popped up on PLAYTIME that you were someone I needed to pay attention to. The more time we spent together, the surer I was you were my Little girl.”

Rocky brushed her hair off her forehead before requesting, “Give me a kiss, sweetheart.”

She darted forward to press her lips eagerly to his. This didn’t seem possible. He loved her. She loved him. He was her Daddy, and she got to be Little.

Melissa put all her feelings into the kiss. She swirled her fingers through his thick hair and felt him tangle his fingers in hers. He tugged her away and stared down into her face.

“If you need more time, Melissa, you can have it.”

“I don’t need time. You’re mine and I’m yours. Can I have more kisses?”

His mouth slammed down on hers. She wrapped her fingers around his thick shoulders to steady herself as Rocky released the iron-clad control he’d obviously been keeping on his passion. Instantly, her body reacted to his deep kisses and caresses. His hands moved slowly over her body. He’d seen all of her over the last few days. How had he suppressed this level of desire?

When his mouth lifted from hers, she stared into the heat filling his eyes. “Daddy? Make love to me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Little girl.”

“Maybe I could be on top?”

Chapter Eight

She would never have believed the passion etched in his face could get any stronger. He looked at her like prey. Melissa liked it a lot.

In a flash, Rocky stood, scooping her up in his arms to carry her to the couch. She could feel his muscles bunching under her hands. The power contained in his toned body had never felt so close to the surface.

Setting her feet gently on the ground, he steadied her for a second. “Lift your arms, little girl.”

Slowly, she reached for the ceiling, not understanding what he planned. She gasped as Rocky pulled her t-shirt over her head, moving swiftly but cautiously to avoid bumping her injury. His eyes locked on her bare breasts.

Wearing a bra hadn’t been allowed as she was recuperating. He’d seen her dozens of times without clothes, but now, his gaze seemed to burn as he scanned her body.

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