Page 10 of Daddy's Naughty List

I want Walt to be my Daddy.

Hurriedly, he shuffled the pages back into order before getting out to help her into the passenger seat, but couldn’t stop the thoughts of having her in his lap, giving her sensually fun spankings to make them both feel good, dressing her up in princess costumes…

Kissing her.

Maybe he was too old to be thinking about Susan that way, but it was her wish to have him as her Daddy.

No, you old fool. Find her someone less likely to stroke out when she kisses them.

Walt scowled and relaxed his foot before he slammed it down on the accelerator. He didn’t know anyone good enough for her, regardless of their age. Susan was too special. Too… precious.

“Sir?”

He let out a breath, forcing his anger down. Just the thought of someone else touching her made him see red. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“Is everything okay?” She hunched her shoulders and looked down. “Are you mad at me?”

“Never.” He reached over the center console and lifted her hand, then kissed her knuckles. “You could never do anything to make me mad.”

That was probably a lie. If they started a relationship, sooner or later one of them would do something that pissed the other off. In fact, he was almost looking forward to it.

He wanted to see Susan get her mad on. It would be epic. More than anything, he wanted her to feel comfortable and safe enough to do it.

“Um…” She blushed a brilliant pink but didn’t take her hand away from him. “Yes, Sir.”

“We’re getting close,” he replied, jerking his chin in the direction of Club Apocalypse. “What else is on your list?”

She hesitated and bit her lower lip. “I want to go to law school.”

“That’s a great goal. May I ask why?”

“I want to help people like the women from the Shepherds.” She scowled, lifting her chin. “Edward is coming up for early release soon, and I don’t want the other women to feel scared and trapped like I did until an attorney offered to help me.”

“I think you’ll be a fantastic lawyer.” He reached over to squeeze her hand as he made a mental note to check out her ex-husband’s case. “What else?”

“I want to learn to shoot like Dr. Knox and Mr. Franklin do.”

“Conceal carry instructor right here. We can do that with your riding lessons, or you can have one of the Horsemen teach you. Let’s hear some bigger ones.”

“I thought thatwasa big one,” she muttered. “Um… I guess most of the rest is travel. Egypt seems interesting.”

“Sounds like you have an African tour coming up. That’s definitely a big one.” Hoping she might say the last item on her list out loud, he decided to give her a gentle nudge as he signaled his turn into the Club parking lot. “Is there anything you most want? Maybe something you’d ask Santa for?”

“I—” She shook her head and extricated her hand from his as her blush deepened. “I want to give the kids at the Caroline the perfect Christmas, with presents and treats, and lots of laughter. I want to take them somewhere with snow and give them hot chocolate after a whole day playing.”

A wish, not for herself, but to make others happy—like her choice of career. He almost challenged her to make a different one, but knew she’d be the first in line to sell her hair for a pocket watch chain.

It was only part of what made Susan Metz so special.

Promising himself he’d move his truck later, he snagged one of the handicap spots by the entrance, then trotted around the vehicle to help her out. He grabbed her hand, then said, “Come on.”

“Sir?” He slowed his pace when he saw her running to keep up. “Is something wrong?”

“Nope. Mark the snow day off your bucket list.” When he spotted Mark and Kendra at the front desk, he hurried to meet them. “Hey, Susan here just had the idea to beat all ideas.”

“Oh?” Kendra slid her reading glasses down her nose and peered at him over the wire frames. “What idea?”

“Field trip to Flagstaff Snow Park for the kiddos at the Caroline. Susan wants them to have a snow day. You up for playing chaperone?”

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