Page 35 of Daddy's Naughty List

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“Can we do my riding lesson after we eat, Daddy?” Her brow wrinkled as she slid the biscuits into the oven. “Or I can help if you have more work.”

“No work for babygirls. You shouldn’t even be making breakfast.” He waved a finger in her face, then tapped her nose and laughed when she kissed his fingertip. “Only fun this weekend.”

“Work goes faster with many hands,” she countered. Sobering, she added, “That’s about the only lesson of value I learned from the Shepherds.”

“It isn’t a bad lesson, but there isn’t much to be done this late in the year.” He washed his hands and dried them on the towel she passed to him. “Besides, my horses could use the exercise. After we ride, we’ll decorate the tree.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Humming to herself, she cracked several eggs into a glass bowl and whisked them with a fork. “Actually, I’m stupidly excited about everything. Can we sing carols?”

“I have a better idea. Have you ever readA Christmas Carol?”

“That’s the one with Ebeneezer Scrooge by Charles Dickens, right?”

“Exactly right.” He pulled out his phone and brought up his streaming music app. “We can listen to it.”

Her brow wrinkled. “Dr. Lopez told me about audiobooks. I listen to them while I read the text.”

“Good girl.” He washed the bowl she’d used to mix biscuit dough, ignoring her protests. “That probably explains how you learned to read so quickly.”

“If only it would help with math,” she muttered. “I just barely managed to pass my high school equivalency test.”

Unable to watch her prancing around his kitchen in nothing but his shirt, he turned her to face the stairs and gently swatted her butt. “Go get dressed, babygirl. I’ll keep an eye on your biscuits.”

“Oh!” She looked down at herself and blushed. “Sorry, Daddy. I’ll be quick.”

She scurried up the stairs, and he let out a relieved breath as he adjusted his hardening cock. Susan would be the death of him.

She returned quickly, fresh-faced and dressed in jeans and a black Club Apocalypse sweatshirt. Her brown hair flowed in a silky curtain almost to her waist, making him wish he could tangle his hands in the fragrant mass and kiss her breathless.

Seeing her dressed didn’t stop him from remembering her wearing only his shirt, which didn’t help the situation going on in his pants. He forced himself to focus on her face instead of her cute ass.

After glancing at the time, she pulled the pan of biscuits from the oven and turned them into a towel-lined basket. The scent of sizzling bacon filled the air, making his mouth water.

“Need any help?” he asked.

“No, Daddy. I have everything under control.”

“I’ll set the table. It wouldn’t do to let that bacon burn.”

Mittens wandered into the kitchen, followed by Charlie. Mittens jumped on the counter and made a beeline for the block of cheese on a cutting board. Without missing a beat, Susan swept the cat into her arms and deposited him on the floor, then cleaned the counter with a disinfectant wipe before washing her hands.

When Mittens meowed his displeasure, she shook a finger at him. “No cats on the counter, little man. And definitely no cheese for you or Charlie.”

Walt chuckled and dumped food into their bowls, ignoring the disgusted look Mittens threw his way. With that taken care of, he set the table, then poured coffee into two mugs. “Cream or sugar?” he asked.

“Just a little cream, please.” Susan transferred the bacon to a plate, then poured the eggs into the leftover grease. “I hope you’re hungry. I made plenty.”

“Starving.”

Susan

When the eggs were done, she transferred them to a ceramic serving bowl and brought it to the table, along with the bacon and biscuits.

Walt sat across from her and grabbed a biscuit from the basket. After slathering it with butter and honey, he took a bite and moaned. “Lord, little girl. These are delicious.”

Warmth blossomed in her cheeks as she spooned eggs to her plate. “Thank you. I’m glad you like them.”

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