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My intent was to roll my eyes, but instead, they widened. “That doesn’t mean they weren’t good suggestions. I mean, I’m not sure I get why I’d want to hear a bunch of birds chirping, or that I feel deprived of Vitamin D, but… Daddy, look!”

Landon ducked his head slightly in order to look under his visor and followed my finger which was pointing out the windshield. He then straightened and turned to look at me. “Let me get this straight. You had no interest in your lunch until I made you feel guilty and then, instead of talking to me about your feelings, you were going to force yourself to take a bite that would most likely have choked you, correct?”

“Or made me throw up.” I waved my hand in a circle to hurry him along.

“Or throw up, got it. And yet now you actually think your Daddy is going to what? Buy you an ice-cream cone full of nothing but sugar and empty calories when you haven’t eaten a gram of protein today?”

“Don’t think of it is doing it for me, Daddy. Think of it as supporting your team members who were so concerned about my welfare. Besides, if I get a scoop of pistachio and one of butter pecan, that takes care of the protein, the ice cream… well,the dairy is in the name, and in case you’re worried I haven’t had enough carbs, I’ll get a chocolate-dipped waffle cone with sprinkles.”

Landon shook his head but he also flipped on his signal. “I know I should be telling myself how giving in is detrimental to my role as your responsible Dom, but luckily for you, there is a Daddy attached to that title and regardless of what you say, Miss Flanagan, and no matter how old you are, there will always be a little Foo-Foo in you.”

“You do know you’re nuts, right?”

“Yes, but I’m your nut.”

“That you are, Daddy, that you are.”

Chapter Twelve

Landon

The steaks were seasoned and ready to go on the grill where the corn was already roasting in their husks. At first, I’d been leery of the idea of hosting a cook-out, but Fiona’s logic about how she couldn’t be the only one needing a break rang true. Add in the fact that though I had no plans on her living anywhere without me ever again, I didn’t want Fiona’s memories of the home she’d made for herself to be tarnished by some asshole.

“Beer, water, or soda?”

Fiona’s voice had me looking up and smiling. She might be close to leaving her twenties, but with her hair in a high ponytail on top of her head, her feet bare, and her blue jean shorts paired with a red-and-white checkered shirt, she looked like America’s girl next door. Of course, only she and I knew that beneath those shorts was a pair of white panties and nestled in the crotch of those panties was a special gift I’d had the honor of placing there myself. I still remembered the look on her face when I’d casually strode into the kitchen an hour earlier and told her to drop her shorts.

“Am I in trouble?” she asked even as she reached for the button holding them closed.

“Should you be?”

She caught herself before she rolled her eyes but wasn’t quite as successful in hiding her snark. “I hate it when you do that, Daddy.”

“Do what?” I asked, twirling my finger in the air, indicating she should speed up.

“That! Answer my question with a question! It makes me feel…”

“Guilty?” I supplied.

“Never mind, I know I haven’t done anything to be in trouble for, which means?—”

“This is agood girlsurprise. No question, see?”

Fiona laughed and straightened, her shorts at her ankles. “Daddy, that was a question.”

“Smart aleck,” I said, reaching into my pocket. “Panties too.”

Her cheeks flushed but her panties made it to her feet as well. “Do you want them off?”

“Nope.” I moved a chair away from the kitchen table and placed it in front of her. “Hands on the seat and spread your legs as far as your clothes allow.”

“You do know that while I like a funishment spanking as much as the next submissive, I really do have a lot to finish before our guests come.”

“This isn’t a spanking. In position and push your sweet little ass out for me.” I must say, I was going to enjoy this, almost as much as I hoped Fiona would. “Uh-uh, eyes front,” I said whenshe attempted to sneak a look behind her. “In fact, close your eyes and keep them closed.”

An exaggerated sigh was issued as she obeyed. “You’re no fun, Daddy.”

I chuckled. “Poor babygirl. Stuck with a boring old Daddy.”

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