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She sat up in his lap and refocused those intoxicating eyes to peer deep into him. Damn, he was never going to be able to resist those eyes.
“This,” she said. She grabbed his ears, and before he had time to think, she pulled him to her, face to face, and pressed her lips to his.
Her kiss was tentative and sweet, as if she was unsure of what his response would be. His babygirl wasn’t comfortable taking the lead. That was okay. He had no such reservations.
He took charge of the kiss. Whatever noble thought he’d had the second before vanished in the perfection of her mouth. He still had no intention of letting it go too far, but if his woman wanted a kiss? Well, it was a Daddy’s job to meet his Little girl’s needs.
He palmed her breast long enough to draw his thumb across her peaked nipple, then pinched the hardened nub. Her lips parted in a gasp of pleasure, and he took full advantage of the access she gave.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers. Sliding his hands lower, he gently squeezed her ass. If her arching into him was anything to go by, he’d hit that sweet spot of reminding her of her spanking without causing her fresh pain. Hurting her was not what he had in mind. Not at all.
He pulled her hips forward, adding to the pressure her pussy was already putting on his cock. Obviously, he was more of a masochist than he’d thought. She clamped her knees against his hips, using the leverage to add even more pressure to his painfully hard dick.
This had been a mistake. If he didn’t take things down a notch, he was going to put her on her knees on the couch, press her chest against the wall, and fuck her into oblivion.
That was not going to be the way his first time inside her went.
He had to slow this down. Though, on hindsight, her luscious ass on top of his cock might not have been the best idea.
“We need to slow down, Half-Pint. Tell me something I can get for you as a special treat.”
“I don’t want to slow down!” she said, poking her bottom lip out in an adorable pout. “You don’t want to do anything… um… smexy with me?”
He moaned. Smexy? God, she was killing him.
“Baby, you’re sitting on my cock. Does it feel like I don’t want to smexy things to you? I’ve never wanted anything more in my fucking life. But it's too soon, babygirl. We have to stop.” His throat was so dry his words were barely a whisper. But she heard them.
She shook her head, sending her curls bouncing onto her chest. “I don’t want to stop,” she whispered back.
His cock pulsed with the need to shove inside her. He groaned, and his fingers gripped her bottom harder than he intended. She yelped right before he smothered the sound with his mouth.
This time his kiss was deep, wet, and long. When he finally pulled back, she gasped. “We have to,” he ground out. “Now be my good girl and tell me what I can get you for a treat.”
She searched his eyes, and he saw the moment she got him. With a smile, she said, “I’m feeling like strawberry milk and ten sugar cookie sandwiches coated in sparkly rainbow glitter.”
“As sugar-coma inducing as that sounds, I’m pretty sure all the cookie shops are already closed.”
She grinned. “That’s true, Daddy. But a little bird told me they carry Cravin’ Cookies at the gas station on the corner of Oak and Main. And they get in fresh hot cookies at eight o’clock every night.”
Sawyer’s grin pulled to one side. “Oh, really? Well, the next time you see that little bird, tell her your Daddy said that is too much sugar right before bedtime.” Her face fell in disappointment. But he wasn’t done. “Unless it’s a very special occasion, which tonight is.” Glancing at the microwave clock, he continued. “Since it’s eight-fifteen, I don’t see the harm in one cookie sandwich. You get ready for bed while I’m gone.”
She jumped up and ran to her bedroom, calling back over her shoulder, “I will, Daddy. Hurry back!”
“Stop right there!” he said in his deepest Daddy voice. “Do not run in the house, especially when you aren’t watching where you’re going. It isn’t safe. Do we need to have another talk about safety?”
Her hands shot back to cover her rear. “No, Daddy. I won’t run. Promise.”
He had to look at his feet to hide his grin. Life with Lele was going to be something else. “Wewill be right back. I’ll lock the front door behind us so no one will get in while we’re gone.”
“Daddy! I can stay here by myself. I’m not sure my rear could take a car ride right now!”
He studied her. She had a point. she also had the situational awareness and instinct for danger of a golden retriever puppy.
He crossed his arms. “Half-Pint, no way am I leaving you alone after what just happened.” Walking over to the couch, he grabbed a cushion. Grinning, he held it out to her. “Problem solved, babygirl. Now, do you want cookies or not?”
Speedy Guys Gaswas a poor name choice for the gas station on the corner of Maple and Main. Sawyer stood in line holding Lele’s hand for over an hour after he looked down for the third time and realized she had wandered off. He’d never considered putting a bell around her neck before, but he did now. Lele, however, was having the time of her life, chatting and giggling with a family on their way home from their vacation. The cashier chatted and gossiped with all eight people in front of them in the line, most of whom were waiting in line for cookies.
It was a testament to the quality of nighttime entertainment in Elk Jaw that a top-five activity was lining up for cookies at almost nine o’clock at night. He kept glancing down at his girl, making sure she was still happily chatting and scanning the parking lot for anything that looked suspicious.
