Page 77 of Under Daddy's Spell

“You little brat.”

Faster than before, he came after her. Tessa squealed with laughter and ran while chewing.

“It’s full of nasty fat and sugar,” she protested around a mouthful of scone. “I’m just looking out for you.”

“You’d be better off looking out for your backside, little liar.”

He switched directions when she did, gaining on her. His long legs had nothing to do with it, either. The stupid robe and the belt, which had come loose, hampered her movements.

Giggling and shrieking, she went left when he did, but he was only pretending and shifted the other way, catching up with her at the turn. Tessa screamed and whirled to run, but her daddy had long arms. His fingers curled into the collar of her oversized robe, which came off in his hand, leaving her naked.

Turning to him, she blinked in shock while trying to cover herself with her hands. One could conceal the small red triangle at the top of her thighs, but she needed both to cover her breasts. The forearm covering them only made her look more salacious when they swelled above and below.

Grinning, Jordan tossed the robe over a stool and moved toward her.

“Uncle!” Tessa cried.

“That’s not the magic word.”

“Please?”

“Most of the time, please will work, but that’s not it, either.”

“Um...” He was in front of her now. “I give up. Can I have a hint?”

“No, but you can have a spanking.” His gaze skidded slowly down her body. “What are you hiding? I’ve seen it all and tasted most of it.”

Heat scalded her cheeks because he wasn’t kidding.

“Drop your arms to your sides,” he ordered.

She did, but only after shaking her head until her long hair streamed down her front.

He grinned. Then, low and resonant, his voice skidding along her skin like a caress, he explained what he found amusing. “From where I stand, those curls I love so much enhance more than conceal.” Without moving a strand, he located a nipple among the spirals and traced it with a fingertip.“Pink among spirals of red. Fucking beautiful.”

A tremor spread through her. Even though he’d made her come twice during the night and several times this week—more climaxes than she recalled having in her entire life—she grew wet, more than ready for another round in the shower, the bed, the counter... Wherever he wanted was okay with her.

“Would you like to try again, or should we proceed with the spanking?”

“Does that mean I won't get one if I say the magic word?”

“Nope, your sweet behind is getting spanked. How much of one is determined by your answer.”

She searched her memory. They’d never discussed a special word. Or had he given her one, and she’d been too drunk from sex and his kisses to remember?

As a child,please,thank you, andI’m sorry, always worked. With two of the three left, Tessa tried again with the only one that applied. “I’m sorry, Jordan.”

His thumb joined his forefinger, and he pinched her nipple firmly. He gripped the other hard peak the same way and pulled her closer with steady pressure stirring a delicious ache low in her belly.

“You’re getting colder rather than warmer.”

He squeezed harder but only briefly, releasing her when she sucked air sharply between her teeth. Then he brushed her hair over her shoulders, leaving her nothing to hide behind.

“You’ve said the magic word a few times in the past few days. It came naturally, which was great, but you were either half asleep or in the heat of passion. I’d like to hear it when you aren’t on the verge of coming.”

It dawned on her, finally.

“Uncle, Daddy!” she proclaimed. At his puzzled expression, she clarified. “I mean uncle, as in I surrender, and Daddy, which is the magic word, right?”

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