Page 100 of Under Daddy's Spell

Waves of pleasure rippled outward from her center as he filled her again and again. She groaned into his mouth, body trembling, clit pulsing, her fiery bottom burning and tingling, especially when his hands gripped her cheeks for another upward thrust, and he came hotly inside her.

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THE REST OF THEIR DAYclosely matched Jordan’s “guidelines.” He had her to work promptly at twelve to assist with the smaller lunch rush on weekends and whisked her out the door at five o’clock on the dot. Dinner was Japanese stir fry from a place out by him. He had a double portion of veggies and shrimp, to make up for the lack of rice, which he called a mountain of fat and sugar.

Since he loved her round booty as it was, Tessa opted for only half a mountain with her sesame chicken and a drizzle of shrimp sauce.

Afterward, they took Rufus for a walk in a park on the lake near his house. He got wet and chased ducks and was beside himself with happiness.

The only thing on Daddy’s agenda they didn’t do was the before-bed spanking. This was based on an inspection of the state of her bottom—embarrassing but also hot since his hands were all over her. In the end, he declared she was still a little pink from that morning and her two major crying jags of the day were enough catharsis for anyone.

This left a free hour before her daddy-decreed bedtime, since she got up atthe ass crack of dawn.

They spent the time lying naked in each other’s arms, enjoying the afterglow.

Tessa was on her side with him spooned behind her. While he idly played with her hair, she lightly traced the outline of the fleur-di-lis on his arm.

“When we first met, why didn’t you tell me who you are?”

“I told you my full name when I introduced myself, Tessa.”

“Yes, but you must have guessed I wasn’t a football fan and didn’t know.”

“I suspected at first but wasn’t sure. When did you figure it out?”

“I didn’t. The madame told me when I went to see her for advice on the spell.”

“Sorry I asked,” he replied with a grunt. “Let’s not go down that path again. We’re both too relaxed.”

“Okay, but something interesting, off topic. She knew who you were and must be a big fan because she knew all your stats. She recited all your college and NFL achievements.”

“That isn’t unusual for a NOLA native. Which is why I didn’t trot out my resume for you the moment we met. It was nice having you think of me as nothing more than the gym owner next door. I’ve been with women who were more into my name, fame, and the money than me.”

“Even after getting to know you?”

“Yep, and there was the daddy issue to contend with. Not all women are into that.”

Affronted on his behalf at all the ignorant women he’d met, she muttered, “Stupid bitches.”

“Tessa!” he exclaimed, half laughing.

“Sorry.” She wriggled and squirmed until she was facing him. With her hands framing his face, she proclaimed, “I take it back. I’m not sorry. If they’re too blind to see past the trappings and public persona to the amazing man and Daddy you are, their loss is my gain.”

His response was to sink his hand into her hair—his obsession with it a little scary, but she loved it, too—and breathe, “Baby...” into her mouth as he kissed her.

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