Page 52 of Property of Big Daddy

“Yeah.Yeah.”

“Did you at least have a good time?”

“I did,” I tell him as I run my wide-toothed comb through my damp hair.

“You were something else during karaoke.”

“I can’t believe they convinced me to sing ‘Cherry Pie’.”I cringe at how terrible I must have sounded.“I can’t carry a tune to save my life.”

“You sure rocked that air guitar,” he teases, fighting against his laughter.

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Nope.Sissy caught it on video and forwarded it to me.Saving it for a special occasion.”

“Delete it right this second.”

“Hell no.”

I pretend I’m going to hit him with my comb.“That’s it.No sex for you tonight.”

“I’ve got a hand, babe.I’ve made love to it plenty of times over the years.”He flexes his righthand fingers.“Gotta warm up.”He laughs at the horrified expression on my face.

“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t need you for pleasure, either.”I smirk at him, pulling my lips into a tight line as I try to suppress my laughter as he gets into bed.“Not only do I have magical fingers, I have a Magic Bullet.”

“Is that a fact?”he raises an eyebrow at me, playfully challenging me.

“Damn straight,” I say defiantly, crossing my arms as I let out a huff of fake annoyance.“I can take care of my needs without a man.”

Suddenly, his playful demeanor changes and he looks at me with an intensity that makes my heart rate spike.“Proof or you’re full of it,” he demands, his voice a low, sexy rumble.

“What?”I ask, feigning innocence but knowing exactly what he’s implying.

“Prove it,” he says again.“I want to watch you get yourself off.”

A slow grin spreads across my face as I lock eyes with him, ready to take on his challenge.

“Come here,” he urges, patting the empty space on the bed next to him.

“You’re incorrigible.”I obey, crawling up next to him and settling into his side.He wraps an arm around me, pulling me in closer.I wiggle my nose against his skin, inhaling his musky scent.

“You smell good.”

“Quit stalling, woman.”

“Stop staring at me.It’s making me nervous.”

“So you’re all talk and no action.”

“No.”

“Need a hand?”he cups me between the legs.

“Mine does hurt a little.”

He lets out another deep belly laugh before yanking my pajama bottoms down my thighs.

Chapter Twenty

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