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He shuddered. He would never get tired of hearing her call him Daddy. He knew it would take time for her to know her Little and settle into a life that included the right balance for them, but she was taking on more and more aspects of age play by the day.

Lyla loved it when he tied her to the chair and fed her. She loved it when he dressed her in naughty lingerie and put adult clothes over it. His favorite was the pink cotton panty and bra set that said Daddy’s Baby Girl on the front. He loved that no one but him knew what she was wearing.

She submitted to him deeply when they were home, letting him bathe her and put sexy Little girl nighties on her. He liked to rock her in the evenings, stroking her hair until she sighed contentedly.

Lyla would probably never be the sort of Little who ran around the clubhouse in a toddler dress with pigtails and ruffled socks, but she was perfect just the way she was, and he adored her.

“Would you rather have a big wedding with your family present?” Jackson had left town several days ago, heading back to New York to wrap up things before he moved to Florida to take over her condo. Nothing could have been tidier.

Rock would take Lyla to Florida as soon as she wanted. They would visit her parents and pick up some of her things, but did she want them at her wedding?

She shook her head. “Nope. I’d rather have something small. Maybe just you and me, Carlee and Atlas, Remi and Kade. We could have a party afterward at the clubhouse?”

“Sounds perfect. When do we tell your parents?”

“We’ll call them and Jackson the next day, after it’s done.” She giggled.

He lifted his brows. “Are you worried they won’t approve?”

“No. I’m worried my mother will insist on something elaborate that I’m not in the mood for. I already did that the first time. I just want something intimate with you. Is that okay?” She flattened her hands on his chest.

“It’s the best idea I’ve ever heard. With the exception of the time you agreed to get on my bike and then let me claim your body in my apartment. That was pretty fucking special.”

She graced him with a slow, sexy smile. “Maybe we should do that again.”

“Which part?”

“Take me for a ride on your bike, and then bring me back here and ravage me.”

He grinned, not hesitating to stand with her all wrapped around him.

She slid to the floor. “You can’t lift me like that, old man. You’ll end up with back problems or some shit.”

He chuckled and pulled her into his arms. “As long as I end up with you, I don’t care about anything else.” He kissed her until they were both panting and moaning.

She finally broke the kiss and leaned back. “Daddy…” she whined, her voice adorable. “First, the bike ride; then, the fucking.”

He pinched her butt. “You can’t use Daddy and fucking in the same sentence, naughty girl. Unless you want your bottom spanked.”

She lifted both brows. “Oh, I definitely want my bottom spanked. Can you do that in between?”

He growled and kissed her again. “I can spank you whenever you want, Little girl.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-THREE

One week later…

“Oh, my heavens. You are so pretty. I love, love,lovethis dress,” Ivy said. She was the first to skip toward the door as Lyla entered with Rock—now her husband.

Lyla’s face heated as several people rushed toward her. The women were fawning over her. The men were slapping Rock on the back and congratulating him.

Remi and Carlee came in behind Lyla and Rock with their Daddies, Kade and Atlas.

Steele, the club president, took Ivy’s hand and kissed it. He was such a softy when it came to his Little. “Let’s give them some space, Little girl.”

Doc and Gabriel were close by. They had been the first to congratulate Rock.

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