Page 196 of Daddy, Sir

Bending her over his desk for a hard spanking and a quick fuck wasn’t a bad consolation prize, though. He could always tie her to his bed after they finished up here. Since it was the weekend and he’d finished his investigation, he could take the next couple days off, spend it cozied up at home with his little brat.

The elevator doors opened up into the main lobby, and his heart constricted in his chest at the sight of her, outfitted in what could be described as a dress by only the loosest of standards. It was more like a few strips of fabric that covered only the parts absolutely required by law. Her fiery hair was down for once, an explosion of curls around her face instead of the usual sleek waterfall he was used to.

And god, that face. How he’d missed that fucking face, with those pouty lips and those big brown eyes with that hint of sadness behind the mischief that had pulled him in from the start and never let go.

Less than a week. That was how long it had taken for him to fall in love with Francesca Legare.

What the hell. He wasn’t getting any younger.

“Looking for me, little siren?”

Her attention shifted over to him, and her entire face lit with happiness, making his chest physically ache with how fucking beautiful she was. “Daddy!”

From behind the desk, Anderson’s eyebrows winged upward, but he wisely didn’t say anything as Holden approached.

So much for that secret. His top people knew, since he’d served with a few of them and considered every single one of them family, but it wasn’t something he widely advertised.

Making a mental note to have a conversation with Anderson about discretion before they left, he reached for Frankie, pulling her close. Disappointment settled heavy in the chest when she tipped her head back, her smile sloppy and her eyes bleary as she grinned up at him.

“Hi. Missed you.”

Now that he was paying attention, he could hear the slight slurring of her words. And smell the liquor on her breath.

So much for his evening plans. “I missed you too. Let’s go up to my office. I just need to take care of a couple things and then we can go home.”

She stumbled a bit when they turned toward the elevators. Biting back a sigh, he bent and scooped her up in his arms, chuckling to himself when she squealed with obvious delight.

“Mmm. You smell good.” Leaning in, she sniffed at him before sinking her teeth into his neck.

Fucking hell. He’d always preferred to give pain rather than receive it, but that little sting shot straight to his cock. Which was the last thing he needed, seeing as how she wasn’t in any condition for the games he’d been hoping to play in his office.

One more night. He could wait one more night. For her.

“Frankie. Baby, I’m gonna need you to stop,” he said with a groan when her teeth scraped down the side of his neck. A man could only take so much.

With a wild little giggle, she gave him another nip that had him stumbling slightly as he strode out of the elevator toward his office. “You never call me Frankie. Only Francesca. ‘Specially when I’m naughty.”

“In my defense, you’re rarelynotbeing naughty, little siren.”

“Fair. But I like being naughty with you. ‘Cuz you don’t yell at me or make me feel bad. It’s just boom, punishment, done. I like that.”

Anger bubbled in his veins at the thought of anyone yelling at his babygirl or making her feel bad about herself for messing up. If he had it his way, nobody would ever get the chance to hurt her again.

Settling in his chair again, he shifted her to sit on his lap. “I need to finish up a few things and then we can go home.”

But Frankie wasn’t satisfied to simply sit idly by. Wiggling around, she straddled his lap, looping her arms around his neck as she once again went to work distracting him with those little nips and nibbles. “You work. I’ll play.”

“Baby, as much as I would love to let you play, you need to stop.”

“Don’t wanna. I’ve been dying to get that thick cock of yours inside me again. I need you, Daddy.”

Fuck. Closing his eyes, he tried to picture something, anything that would distract the cock in question from the fact that her hot, tight little cunt was hovering right over it.

Unfortunately, nothing his imagination could conjure was nearly as powerful as the reality of the weight of his babygirl on his lap. And he was dangerously close to throwing everything he believed in out the window for a taste of her if he didn’t get a handle on this situation soon.

Gripping her upper arms, he pushed her firmly away, and when he spoke again, he put every ounce of ‘Daddy’ he could gather into his tone.

“Francesca. I saidstop.”

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