Page 55 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
“Thanks, Daddy.”
“Now, I better take care of you. I wasn’t exactly gentle with this beautiful body, was I?” He turned me around, tugging at the tie around my wrists. It came free easily, and he rubbed at my shoulders and arms. “Feel okay?”
“I feel great,” I said.
It was true. My ass was still warm and tingly, but the immediate pain of the spanking had faded, and I felt sore and used in all the right ways. I felt more satisfied than I’d been since our first night together.
I turned to loop my arms around his neck and kissed him. “It was perfect.”
He smiled against my lips. “It was, wasn’t it?”
I pressed my face into his shoulder and sighed. “I just wish this wasn’t over tomorrow.”
His arms tightened around my waist. “It won’t be, brat. We’re in this together now, for real.” I started to nod along. “I’m staying tomorrow night,” he added. “You can finish your paper, and we can get in one more study session before I leave Monday afternoon.”
I drew back, surprised. “What about your work?”
“The crew can get by for one day. I have no pressing meetings.”
I felt torn. I wanted Trace here badly, wanted myDaddyto give me sexy incentives to do what I needed, but I also didn’t want to lean too hard on him. I was an adult, and I’d made this bed for myself.
“You’ve helped me so much. The spanking was such a stress relief, seriously. And the plan for how to tackle my subjects to bring up my grades is really helpful. I don’t know if any of it will be enough. I’ve wasted so much of the semester. But you gave me a chance. I won’t squander it, even if you leave. I promise.”
He smiled sheepishly. “And if I tell you I just can’t bring myself to leave yet?”
I grinned, heart skipping. “Then I say bring on the study sessions.” I paused. “As long as I get more rewards.”
“Greedy boy,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss me and lightly swat my ass. I jumped a little under his hand, my skin still sensitive. “Let’s clean up and order dinner. Then we’ll see what rewards await us both.”
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TRACE
Leaving Cooper was harder than I expected when we finally stood outside his frat house Monday, me with my bags in the pickup and him with a duffel, laptop bag, and backpack dangling from his shoulders.
“So, I’ll see you soon?” he said uncertainly.
“Count on it,” I said. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon. By then, you’ll have passed your test with flying colors, and I can reward you thoroughly.”
Cooper laughed awkwardly. “Glad someone’s so sure of me.”
My heart ached for my boy. He was so unsure of himself. Cooper came across as so confident in many ways, but he’d lost his footing when it came to school. “I know you don’t believe in yourself yet, not entirely.” His face tensed at the words. “That’s okay. I’ll believe enough for both of us.”
He smiled tentatively. “You really think I can do this?”
“I know you can,” I said firmly.
I resisted the urge to tell him that it didn’t matter to me if he aced his test or not. I’d feel the same about him either way. I knew his grades mattered to him, and I knew he needed to hear that someone believed in him, that someone expected him to succeed.
I would be that person.
And I did believe Cooper could do this if he set his mind to it. He’d accomplished so much in one weekend spent studying and writing his paper. He’d had to return to the library for a few hours Saturday, and he’d labored over drafting and revising his term paper for the better part of two days, along with evening study sessions in Micro Economics each night. Our time together had been limited as a result, but it’d be worth it when Cooper realized hecouldachieve whatever he wanted.
“Thank you for everything this weekend.”
“There’s no need to thank me. I’m your Daddy. I should have come to you sooner.”
His lips quirked. “It’s a little weird, saying it outside in the sunshine.”
