Page 101 of Under Daddy's Spell

Chapter Twenty-Eight

THE WARMTH SHIFTINGaway from his body was enough to draw Jordan from a deep sleep into a light doze. He reached out, trying to recapture the heat so he could drift off again, but he felt only an empty space and mussed blankets.

“Tessa?”

“It’s early,” she whispered. “Go back to sleep.”

She wasn’t where he wanted her to be, so he rose on an elbow and looked for her. She was rounding the foot of the bed, heading toward the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” he asked drowsily, the odds of reclaiming his sleepy state fading fast.

Still whispering, she replied, “I thought I’d shower, since I’m up.”

“What time do you need to be in?”

“Seven thirty.”

He twisted to see the clock. “It’s five a.m.”

“Yeah, but I’m in by 5:30 Monday through Friday. My internal clock must be set to that. I’ll be quiet and wake you in an hour—”

“I’m getting up.” He swung his legs over the edge and got out of bed, although he could have slept another three hours at least.

“But this is your one day off a week!”

“And you’re working for most of it. So, if you’re up, I’m up, so we can spend what time we do have together.”

“Oh, Daddy,” she breathed, sounding a little choked up. “That’s so sweet.”

She laid a hand on her chest and the other on his. Since he preferred she sleep naked, same as him, it was no surprise which one his eyes followed.

Scrubbed free of makeup with her freckles visible, her mass of red curls tousled and free, and barefoot, making her three inches shorter without her heels, she looked adorable and completely fuckable.

Jordan didn’t care about losing a few hours’ sleep if he could have her naked in the shower.

He bent and caught her around the waist then tossed her over his shoulder. She broke into laughter instantly, letting out a shriek when he clamped his hand on her bare bottom to help her stay put.

It was past time for another rule.

“Do you remember rule number one, baby?” he asked, as he strode with his soft, curvy bundle of woman to the bathroom.

“No lies, no fibs, no half-truths.”

“That’s right,” he said, giving her bare cheeks a pat of approval. “Number two is when we’re both here or at your place, if there’s time, we shower together.”

“You never mentioned it before.”

He set her down on the mat outside the shower and informed her, “That’s because I only just thought of it.” But he had to chuckle when he looked at her and all he saw was hair.

With her arm and a head flip, she tossed the long, glossy red spirals out of her face then demanded with a flash of her luminous green eyes, “You mean you’re making this up as you go?”

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