Page 41 of Daddy's Rules

“Are you sure you’re not giving him too many treats? He looks like he’s getting chubby. No offense, buddy, but you do.” Owen grabs his bag from the backseat while I look at Beast with new eyes.

“He was underweight. And he’s starting to look healthy finally.” When I turn my attention from the dog, Owen is looking at me with soft eyes and a smile. He leans over and kisses my temple.

“I’m proud of you, little girl. You’re taking such good care of him.”

“Thank you,” I say and scoop the dog up into my arms.

“We’re just dropping off our stuff and then heading to town. It’s quaint and has lots of cute shops and restaurants.” He ruffles the dog’s head. “And plenty of dog-friendly patios.”

I bite my lip, smiling.

“Why are you so amazing?” I ask on a sigh, sounding a little like a lovesick teen. Ever since I came clean about feeling like I was just another one of the girls he disciplines, he’s been extra attentive. And he wouldn’t do this for just anyone. A beach house weekend alone? In a dog-friendly place? How could I ever doubt his feelings for me?

He brushes the hair off my forehead and looks me in the eye. It makes my belly flip. “Because you deserve amazing.” His answer makes my heart dance. I have it bad for this man, especially now that he’s proven to be everything I want. That’s rare and I know it. I hug him and he turns and tucks me under his shoulder.

“Let’s go look at the beach house.”

“Wait, how are we supposed to stay for the weekend? I don’t have any clothes.” I cock my head when he winks.

“I packed for both of us,” he says proudly and my eyes widen, making his expression turn stern. “You don’t think I can pack?”

“Is there anything in that bag that I can wear in public?”

He swats my butt. “Don’t be cheeky.”

I giggle and dodge another swat even though I love the buzz his hand leaves on my bottom.

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The town is adorable—likesomething out of a magazine or a television show. The buildings are old but restored to their original beauty. And they’re colorful—blues, yellows, reds, and greens with awnings or shutters and window boxes overflowing with flowers. The light posts have hanging baskets with healthy plants that hang over the edge of the pots and dangle colored flowers.

People mill about the unique seaside shops and restaurant patios are filled with chatter and laughter. The sun is bright, but for once I’m not hidden under my cap or behind big sunglasses. Although we’re greeted with friendly hellos and good afternoons, no one pays any extra attention to me.

Owen holds my hand in his and no one seems to care he’s so much older than me. We are just another of the many ordinary-looking couples meandering through town. No one is dressed to the nines in the latest fashion or perfectly made up. I don’t hear the clicking of heels on a mission or the sounds of expensive cars speeding down the road.

I glance at some kids jumping rope in front of a hardware store that has an ice cream sign in the window. And an older woman sweeps the walkway in front of her handmade jewelry shop.

“Lunch? Or shopping and an early dinner?” Owen inquires as I bask with my face tipped toward the sun and sea. The scent of salt water hangs in the air and I taste it when I lick my lips. I turn and give him a tilted smile.

“That depends. Are you having me for dinner?”

“Sandwiches and salads to go it is,” he says with a smirk that makes my belly flutter. He drags me towards the café on the other side of the hardware store. With lobster rolls and salads in our bag, we head to a wine shop and pick up something local, as well as a tray of grapes, cheese, and crackers.

Our sea house is blue, with white trim and a big covered wraparound porch. White wicker furniture invites me to sit and watch the sea, but with Owen pulling me into the house it’s obvious he has other plans in mind. The house sits on a little peninsula, so you can see the beach from three sides, but I know he’s not taking me to another viewing area.

The dining room table is huge, over six inches thick and both wide and long. The wood is marbled with darks and lights. It’s smooth and when Owen boosts me on top of it, I know my life is about to change. He’s going to give me an experience I’ll never forget.

“Dinnertime,” he says with an arched brow and begins sliding my shirt up. I whimper at the feel of his warm hands trailing up my ribcage.

“But we didn’t even have lunch yet.” I smile when he covers my mouth with his hand and hushes me. He makes quick work of removing my shirt and bra. He doesn’t touch my breasts, even though they hang like ripened fruit for him. Instead, he lowers and removes my sandals and then rises to undo the button of my shorts. I go to help him and he swats my hands away sharply.

“Get your fingers away from my dinner, baby.” He pushes me back to lie down and lifts my ass to remove my shorts, but he leaves my panties. I pant as he takes his time to trace the outline of them with a slow finger.

“You look delicious. So tender and sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.” His finger brings me to a fever and shivers scatter throughout me.

“Please,” I beg when his finger slips beneath the edge of my panties and brushes ever so lightly over my pussy lips. My eyes shut and I tense as he teases the sensitive skin a moment. My breath sticks in my chest before he pulls his finger away.

“Please what?”

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