Page 38 of Rayna's Daddy

“But I’m not tired.” She pouted but followed me. Her voice rose higher, followed by a yawn. “That doesn’t count. It’s a suggestive yawn.”

I chuckled and took her hand. We walked back into the living room and back down the hall to her room. I stopped outside her door.

“Aren’t you going to tuck me in?” She squeezed my hand and leaned her tits against my arm. Maybe the little minx wasn’t as innocent as I thought. “I thought you’d be too old to be tucked in.”

“Never too old for a good tuck.” She bit her lips. I plucked it from between her teeth. She kissed my fingers.

“Behave yourself Rayna.” I warned.

“Okay. I’ll go so you can be boss man, Daddy.” She turned but stopped and looked back at me. “But can I have a goodnight kiss? Pl?— “

My lips landed on hers, cutting her off.

I grip her shoulders and push her back against the wall, cupping the sides of her face. Her lips were soft, and her kisses gave me life, like they were the last ounce of oxygen on earth. She dug her fingers into my sides with both hands to steady herself. I caress her tongue and coax her to deepen the kiss. We made out like a couple of teenagers.

Knock. Knock.

It took everything in me to pull away.

I stepped back. She rubbed her legs together. I knew my little girl was wet and needy between those thighs.

She blinked as if woken up from a deep sleep. She sighed in frustration and settled back against the wall.

“You go on and get some sleep.” I kissed the side of her head. “We’ll talk more in the morning. Okay?”

She didn’t answer me.

I slouched down to look her in her eyes.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Okay.” She nodded. I kiss her cheek and open her door. As she turned to say goodbye, my breath caught in my chest. Pouty lips, swollen from our kisses. Her shirt wrinkled and falling off her shoulder, her shorts I knew were sopping wet. The image would be burned in my mind with honor as the sweetest and sexiest baby girl on earth. With every ounce of regret, I shut the door between us. I would jerk off to the sight of her for years to come.

I rubbed my beard. I could still smell her and taste her. I could still feel the way she trembled in my arms when I kissed her. I’d never felt anything like that before.

I was going to kill Josh.

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I openedthe door and headed back to my office. Not giving him a proper greeting. The asshole deserved it.

He followed. I punched in the code and grinned. 007 for ‘James Bond’ and 099 for ‘Get Smart’. My girl really did have a thing for spies.

My girl. It came easy, calling her my girl. She was so appealing in so many ways. Different from what I thought I wanted. I wouldn’t have guessed I had the temperament to handle a bratty pre-teen little, but I was having fun. Although she had yet to test me. Middles get spanked too, don’t they? I have to look into it.

I sat behind my desk. Josh sat in the chair to my right. He was my right-hand man and, although not officially my brother; I was closer to him than my own. We knew each other well.

I knew why he was here.

“How’s Rayna?” He asked.

“She’s good.” I nodded. “She’s a brave girl. Smart, too. She — “

“What are you doing with this girl?” He interrupted.

“What do you mean?” I opened my laptop to avoid looked at him.

“She was two seconds away from being sold for sex and you’re fucking her.” Josh wasn’t usually so blunt.

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