Page 37 of Biker Daddy

“That so?” she said, mocking his words from earlier.

“I’d stay on my good side. Daddy spanks hard so his lessons are learned the first time.”

She poked his chest, her eyes fluttering up innocently. “Like when you spanked me for poking you?”

“Hm, a lesson that needs repeating, I see.”

“Seems fairer if you just poked me back, don’t you think? A long, hard poking would teach me, Daddy.” The last of her sentence was said with a low, seductive voice that made his eyes pin hers and flare with arousal.

He shook his head at her and jabbed a thumb at the door. “Git, before I spank you and poke you right here over this dusty desk.”

“Can we clean it first?”

He stepped swiftly toward her, so she took off, giggles pealing from her.

“You’re not taking me seriously enough, baby girl!” he hollered at her back as she ran and he followed.

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