Page 95 of Daddy's Naughty List

But she wasn’t and never would be. Still, if she pulled anything else that reckless, she’d wind up over his knee just the same.

Something popped against the back of the truck. Were those assholes shooting at them? Another glance in the mirror showed the Bentley gaining ground, gun hanging out the window. Connor glared at Bliss again. He deserved a medal if they lived through this.

“You held the gun safeso you’d have more room in the floorboard while staying out of sight.” His voice increased in volume with each word. Damn it.

He was not going to feel guilty about being off his game. No one in the world would blame him for shouting.

She stiffened, and her bottom lip trembled. The sheen of tears in those iridescent seafoam green eyes reminded him of the shores of the Caribbean. Fitting since the woman was just as hard to predict as those seas.

Navigating life with her would be one exciting exasperation after another. But it wouldn’t be boring. For some other Daddy, somewhere. Not for him. Why did he have to keep reminding himself of that?

At least the road that stretched out before them was predictable. Straight, flat, and endless in both directions. The Bentley creeping ever closer from behind proved it. They were only fifteen miles west of Las Vegas. Once they hit the city, he could maybe lose them in the traffic.

Bliss shivered and drew her knees up to her chest. Most likely, her chills had more to do with shock than the temperature. Still, to be safe, he kicked the heater up another notch.

She’d changed from the warm clothes she’d worn when she’d left Winnie’s. Now she wore a dress that looked more like a white swimsuit with a sheer white overlay. It did nothing the provide comfort or protect her modesty. The clothes she wore couldn’t be doing much to keep her warm. They were heating him up, though.

Stop perving on the girl and focus on the road and the killers chasing you.

Easier said than done.

Luckily, they hit the outskirts of Vegas at the perfect time. The traffic was heavy but not at a standstill. Relief tickled up his spine and relaxed his shoulders. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was lose a tail.

Weaving in and out of traffic, he kept an eye on his unwelcome shadow. Every time he changed lanes, he gained distance. If the Bentley fell behind another block, he and Bliss would be home free.

Movement beside him drew his attention to her perfect ass. She’d shifted around so she now knelt on the seat, staring out the back window. Her ass swayed and bounced to the rhythm of the truck.

The seatbelt stretched taut across her thighs, and when he had to hit the brakes, she almost smacked into the front dash. His itchy palm won. He smacked her bottom twice. Hard.

She yelped and spun toward him, hand covering her backside. She had the nerve to glare at him. “What are you doing?”

“Getting your attention. Even toddlers know howto keep their butts in their seats. Now sit your ass back down before you get hurt. If we get hit, you’ll wind up with a cracked head.”

Her immediate obedience went a long way toward soothing his anger. The slaps to her backside helped even more.

Once she was seated and re-belted, he turned his attention back to the men following them. They got caught behind a car at the light, so after he took a curve, he got off at the next exit. He’d never been so happy to be driving toward skyscrapers in his life.

He cursed when the Bentley followed them off the same exit. Taking aright at the next corner and then a left, he spotted what he’d been waiting for.

Gotta love Vegas tourists’ need for glitz and glam. There was a mall on every corner. Malls with huge parking lots filled with people salivating for a new outfit or twenty.

He raced to the far side of the lot and screeched into a parking space. Pushing Bliss flat on her back on the seat, he covered her with his body and waited, doing his best to support his weight on his elbows.

His shirt shifted as he moved, and he almost shot straight up when her cheek brushed against the skin of his abs. Before he could get out the words “be still,” she had turned her head, and her lips branded the skin at his waist.

He willed his dick not to react. Why did she have such soft lips? What would it be like to watch her lick those lips? What was probably minutes stretched like hours of torture as Bliss squirmed beneath him.

If she didn’t stop moving, he was going to cross a line that neither of them wanted to cross. Well, a line they shouldn’t cross.

When she squirmed, brushing her lips lower, he managed to say, “Be still.” His voice sounded like he’d been chewing gravel.

She reached around and poked him in the side. “I. Can’t. Breathe.”

He couldn’t very well suffocate her, so he lifted his hips and did his best to not picture the compromising position they were in. “Just a few more minutes.”

The second he thought they were safe, he sat up. Bliss tried to follow suit.

“Not yet.” Keeping a hand on Bliss’s shoulder to hold her down, he scanned the area for the silver Bentley. There were many luxury cars, but none had a busted-out window. “It looks like we lost them. Are you all right?”

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