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“It’s over and done, babygirl. That spanking means the slate is clean and we never have to talk about it again.”
She cuddled into his chest. Her bottom was still on fire, but she had earned every smack. And, even though she’d be feeling the effects of her spanking for days, her heart was lighter, and the oppressive guilt that had blanketed her chest was gone.
CHAPTER 11
Sawyer sat with Lele on his lap, clinging to him as her sobs turned to sniffles. He closed his eyes and willed his cock not to react when she pressed against it. Never would he have said he was a masochist, but he tortured himself by rocking her gently, humming a lullaby, and wondering who the hell he’d become.
He didn’t cuddle. He did covert surveillance. These days, he hacked into corporations and destroyed the lives of scumbags without firing a shot.
What he did not do was rock naughty little girls to comfort them. And if you’d asked him, he’d have told you he didn’t even know any lullabies.
But here she was, sitting in his lap, making his cock harder by the second. And he was humming and feeling like the king of the world. He was so fucking screwed.
Even worse, everything inside him was telling him to tell her who he really was and what he was doing there. She’d spent the day sharing her past with him. Could he do any less? The wordswere right there, on the tip of his tongue. It would be so easy to open his mouth and let them spill out.
The Daddy in him needed to be honest with her before her feelings became too strong. He hummed louder. Who was he kidding? He might have to lie to Lele, for now, but he wasn’t going to lie to himself. It wasn’t just her feelings he was trying to protect.
He was falling for her. Fast. How could he not? She was sweet, with enough sass to make her fun. She had principles she was willing to stand by. She was loyal, even when it might be misplaced. She was the most courageous person he’d ever met. Most people would have moved to the other side of the country and started a new life. One where no one knew anything about them. But she stayed in Elk Jaw to help her stepbrother. A stepbrother who, Sawyer suspected, was nowhere near worthy of her sacrifice.
Sawyer was in a completely different circumstance. Jaxon was more than deserving of the sacrifice he and all his brothers had made. And because of that, he couldn’t tell her his secrets. Not yet. And damn if that didn’t gut him.
He ought to leave and turn everything over to someone else. He was going to wind up hurting her. But after that, if she forgave him, he would spend the rest of his life being the best Daddy in the world for her. The Daddy she deserved.
The brush of her lips on his cheek startled him out of his dark thoughts. He pulled away out of instinct.
Lele reared back in his lap, hurt filling her eyes. “I-I’m sorry. I sh-shouldn’t have kissed— I’ll just go to bed now.”
She tried to push away, and he should let her. He should let her walk away. But he couldn’t do it because, in addition to being a dumb fuck, he was a selfish one.
He cupped the back of her head, his fingers digging into those beautiful curls. He smoothed his face into a smile. “Stop, babygirl. You just startled me, that’s all. I love your kisses, but it’s gettinglate. We need to get you into bed. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.”
She was surprised. “What’s happening tomorrow? I have work, but I might be able to take a long lunch if I go in early.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of calling in sick. If there’s someone out there trying to shoot you, the last place you need to be is the video bar.”
“Is not! I’m perfectly safe at Videotopia. There are cameras everywhere, and no one ever comes by until around lunchtime.”
“Right. Where they find you alone and defenseless. And I could name ten places in the main room alone that are out of sight of those cameras.” He should know. He’d changed their positions and added a few that no one had noticed, and there were still blind spots.
She narrowed her eyes. “You could not. We’ve never had a problem with where they’re pointed before. And how do you know where they’re pointed anyway?”
That was a good question. “I’ve got eyes, Half-Pint. I can see where they’re pointed. And while having who comes and goes through the doors is important, if someone came in one of the bathroom windows, grabbed you from the end of the bar, and dragged you into the kitchen, no one would ever know.”
He silenced all further discussion by pressing her cheek back to his chest.
He resumed rocking and humming, as his hands continued to caress her, stroking her hair and her back. Stroking and humming, until he sensed a heat unfolding inside her.
The outline of her nipples pressed against her shirt, pebbled into points of desire.
Lifting her head from his chest, she gazed into his eyes. Her desire smoldered there, and he was sure the same flame burned in his eyes as well. There was no mistaking the hunger between them.
But it was a hunger he had no intention of giving in to tonight.She’d had a hard day and a hard spanking. She wasn’t in the proper frame of mind to decide if she wanted forever with him. And if he sank his cock in her tight pussy, he would never let her go.
“How are you feeling, Half-Pint?” He’d hated giving her such a thorough spanking for her first discipline session with him. But he needed to make his point, especially with the danger he feared she would face soon.
She nuzzled her face against his neck, which did nothing to tamp down his need to bury himself inside her.
“Words, babygirl,” he said huskily. “I need to know where your head is. What are you thinking?”
