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“Th-three h-hundred.” She stared up at me. “That bottle cost three hundred dollars.”

“Yes.”

She frowned.

“Don’t worry.” I whispered. “I’ll figure out a way for you to pay me back.

CHAPTER14

Oh, my goodness. That didn’t sound ominous at all.

Sexy Daddy

Orgasm giving Daddy

Hot Hard Daddy

I covered my mouth before the giggle erupted. My fingers gripped his muscular biceps my feet bounced up and down involuntarily. This must be what insanely happy feels like.

Kyler wanted me. He’d kissed me, devoured me. Touched, and tasted me. He wanted me. And, I wanted him too.

Punishing Daddy.

I blinked, my body going still.

He rubbed the hand on his biceps and leaned over and kissed the side of my head.

He wouldn’t really punish me. I pouted. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, so how bad could a punishment be?

He said we’d clean up, eat and talk first. Maybe I could stall, and he’d forget about the punishment.

Technically, whatever transgressions I did, happened when I thought he didn’t like me. I should only be punished for rules he set as my Daddy.

I nodded.

It was settled. From now on, I would be on my best behavior.

I squeeze his hand. The elevator stopped on the top floor. Kyler and I stepped out and walked down the hall together.

“My suitcase.” I turn back to the elevator.

“It’s already here.” Kyler pointed. There it was, in front of Kyler’s door.

Patrick.

“How did he know I was coming back?” I asked.

Kyler opened the door, dragging my suitcase in the house toward his room.

The pillow nest had been restacked and his bed neatly made. The bathroom disaster had disappeared. The housekeeper had already cleaned up my mess. I vaguely remember how I had left it with all his pretty decorative towels on the floor, the bathmat crammed into the tiny trash can.

“I’m sorry about the mess.” My eyelashes batted and my lips pouted on their own. I was pulling out every little trick in the book to get out of what was coming.

“I know, sweetheart.” Kyler unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it in the hamper next to the shower stall.

“Can we take a bath?” I loved baths but never got to enjoy them. My apartment back at school only had a shower.

“Not today.” He reached into the shower, turned on the water, and adjusted the knobs until he got the right temperature. “We have more pressing matters to attend to today.”

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