Page 71 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“Hey, why are you apologizing?” Reaching up, he released her lip from between her teeth.

“You’re trying to have a proper conversation and I’m saying things like ouchie.”

“I said the word ouchie first. Sit down, babygirl. I don’t think I’ve made something clear.”

She sat back.

Stafford placed his hands on either side of her thighs.

“I’ve spent the last week wondering why you haven’t let me see your Little.”

He had?

“You have?”

“Yes, baby. I’m new at this, but I should have realized that we needed to have a talk. About what you need. Rules andexpectations. For some reason, I think I thought it would just come to me. That’s not going to happen. But are you sure you have nothing else to tell me?”

Oh, heck.

What else could she confess to?

“I ate cake for breakfast yesterday,” she blurted out. “And instead of cleaning the oven the other day, I practiced some magic tricks instead. Sorry, I’ll clean the oven tomorrow.”

“Baby, I don’t care about the damn oven. The eating cake for breakfast . . . well, don’t make a habit of that.”

“I won’t. Promise.” She gave him an earnest look. But not making it a habit just meant she couldn’t do it every day . . . once or twice a week was okay, right?

He eyed her. “Do I have to come back in the mornings and feed you a healthy breakfast?”

“What? No! I’ll eat a healthy breakfast. Most of the time.”

“Good girl. Now, what else?”

“I don’t think I have anything else to tell you.”

“No? Even though I told you that I loved you?” He frowned.

Oh. Ohhh. She was so dumb.

“Stafford?” she whispered.

“Yeah?” he grumbled.

“I love you so much that I can’t imagine my life without you in it. But if I did, it would make me feel all panicky inside, because you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“I figured as much.” He grinned as she lightly slapped his shoulder. Then he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and kissed her.

Hot and deep.

Until all thought fled her mind, and she was left with just mush.

“Babygirl?”

“Hmm?” she asked as she tried to steal his lips for another kiss. “Another kiss.”

“No more kisses.”

“What? Why?” she asked.

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