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He gave her a sexy grin while he rubbed his cock up and down her folds. He glanced at the clock. “Shit.”

She stiffened. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s already nine. We only have three more hours to get two more rounds in.”

She giggled. “I bet we can do it.”

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

Rock couldn’t take his gaze off his woman. It was so bad that he’d hoisted her onto the counter and made her sit there while he cooked breakfast. That way, he could keep her constantly in his peripheral vision while he flipped pancakes.

He’d set a box on the counter next to her, and now he nodded toward it. “Open it.” It was a cardboard box with the flaps folded over. It didn’t appear to be anything special.

She furrowed her brows. “What’s in it?”

“Things I borrowed from the supply closet at the clubhouse yesterday. I put it in the car last night while you were on your tour with the Littles.”

She eyed him suspiciously with one brow raised.

He chuckled. “Open it. Dig around.”

“Okay…” She was trembling as she popped the box open and leaned over to peer at the contents. “Oh… Little things.”

“Yep.” He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t want to influence her. She had to come to grips with how Little she was on her own.

She started pulling things out, one at a time. “Sippy cup.” She giggled. “Every one of the women…girls…Littles…last night was using one of these.”

“It’s common.” He glanced at her as he flipped the bacon.

“They had matching plates and sporks and stuff, too.”

He nodded toward the box.

She reached in and pulled out a place setting, rolling her pretty eyes.

He chuckled. “Those eyes… You know some Daddies do not let their Little girls roll their eyes.”

“Is that so?” Her face was so cute, all scrunched up and sassy. “Apparently, Kade doesn’t let Remi do so.”

“Nope. He does not.”

“I suspect Remi does it often anyway.”

“Yep.” Rock felt lighter than he had in years. This banter was fun.

“So, after observing everyone last night, I’d say it’s all a big game. There’re all these rules in place about running and sassing and touching hot surfaces, and the girls spend most of their time intentionally breaking the rules so they can get their butts spanked.”

“Basically, except it’s more than a game. It’s a lifestyle.”

“But they go to work and out in public in an adult headspace, and they reserve their age play for when they’re in the clubhouse.”

“Or their own homes,” Rock added. He pulled out the last of the bacon and poured the whipped eggs into the pan.

Lyla leaned toward him. “What do I have to do to get you to spank me?” she murmured in a sultry voice.

He nearly dropped the spatula. The eggs were done, so he turned off the burner and moved in front of her, grabbing her hips. “Baby girl, all you have to do is ask. If you like the idea of misbehaving to earn a spanking, that’s fine. But if you don’t carefor that aspect, and you still want me to swat your bottom, just ask.”

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