Page 51 of Daddy's Little Matchmaker

Connor had finished his painting a while ago, and was sitting on the couch watching them. By the time Tessica was done cleaning up her brush and putting her paper on the counter to dry, Gwen had finished her painting.

Connor came over to look at both pictures. “Have you both had art classes? Your pictures are so much better than mine.”

Gwen giggled. “I took a year of art classes in college. It was my favorite elective.”

“Makes sense.” He turned to Tessica. “And you?”

She shook her head. “No, but my son Aiden loved painting when he was little, so I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“Well, I’m impressed with you both,” Connor said.

“Thanks, Daddy Connor.” Gwen turned and gave him a quick hug. “And thanks for making the afternoon so fun. I loved it.”

He hugged her back. “Me, too. I hope we can do it again sometime.”

“Will you be at Connections tonight?” Gwen asked.

He glanced at Tessica before answering. “I think we’re planning on it.”

She nodded in agreement. “We’ll be there.

“Awesome,” Gwen said. “I can’t wait to tell Susan all about our playdate.” Then she gasped. “You don’t think she’ll be jealous, do you? I don’t want her to feel bad.”

Tessica put an arm around Gwen’s shoulders. “Why don’t you let me tell Susan first. I’ll talk to Daddy Connor about it first, but maybe we’ll invite Susan to do a private playdate with us next week. That way you’ll both get to have some one-on-one time with us.”

Gwen smiled. “That’s a great idea.”

“Okay,” Tessica said. “How about you come help me feed the animals? That should help you feel adult enough to drive yourself home so you can have dinner and get ready for Littles’ night at Connections.”

“Sure.”

Connor said, “I’ll finish cleaning up our mess while you guys do that.”

“Sounds good.” Tessica led Gwen down the stairs.

Fifteen minutes later, the animals had been fed, Gwen had left, and Tessica had locked the door behind her before going back upstairs. She found Connor waiting for her at the top of the staircase.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Hey.” He leaned down slightly, put his hands under her backside, lifted her up with him as he stood, and seemingly effortlessly tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.

A squeaky little, “Oh!” came out of Tessica as her worldview turned upside down. She found herself staring at the middle of his back as he turned and walked toward the table.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, impressed with his strength, and not so impressed with the way his shoulder dug into her stomach. The fantasy was more fun than the reality for this particular activity. She was glad the table wasn’t very far away.

He carefully slid her down onto her feet in front of him. “I’ve been waiting to fuck you forhours.” He sounded impatient; almost angry. “Bend over the table.”

She grinned, pleased that he seemed to want her so badly. “Yes, Sir.” She turned and leaned down so that her chest was on the kitchen table and her ass was up in the air facing him.

His fingers trailed along her nylon-covered calf, and up her thigh, raising her skirt as he went. When he touched bare thigh, he paused.

She smirked, hoping he liked what she’d put on that morning in anticipation of this possibility.

He flipped her skirt up onto her back and muttered, “Lord, are you trying to kill me woman?”

Tessica giggled and glanced at him over her shoulder. “I doubt a garter belt is going to kill you.”

His fingers traced the lace of the garter belt and the little strips of ribbon that held the nylons in place. “It might,” he said, with lust in his eyes. “Face forward and put your hands behind your back.”

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