Page 78 of Under Daddy's Spell

“Right,” he said, sliding his hands up her arms to cup her shoulders. “You’re using it more often, making me think you’re getting comfortable with me. You can’t know how happy that makes me, baby girl.”

Then he pulled her up on her tiptoes for a kiss.

When he raised his head minutes later, he smacked his lips and hummed, “Mmm, raspberry.” Suddenly, his brows slammed together. “I cannot believe you ate the only scone and left me with quinoa muffins. I hate that stuff. We could have halved it. Sharing would have been the nice thing to do, naughty girl.”

“Ordinarily, I would have offered, but there are two left.”

“Wait.” Instead of being annoyed, he looked puzzled. “What?”

She reached sideways and slid the bakery box closer, flipping the top open so he could see inside. “I was teasing. As you said, I’m in a mood. A good one. Are you mad?”

“No way. I enjoyed the chase, especially the naked part.”

He grabbed the box in one hand and her wrist in the other and towed her to a breakfast nook around the corner.

“Wait. My robe...”

But he held firm as he dropped the box on the table and pulled out a chair. “Sit. For teasing me, you get to be my breakfast scenery to enjoy while I eat.”

Tessa glanced out the big bay window at his thick green grass, the yard sloping down toward the lake, the willow trees with their graceful branches reaching toward the ground, and the blue waters of Lake Pontchartrain shimmering in the sun.

He waved his hand. “I can see that any time. I don’t always have you, flushed and still tousled from sleep, sitting gloriously naked with the sunlight shining behind you. There are golden glints in your hair, and you look angelic, but we both know better, don’t we?”

Unused to so much praise, her blush intensified.

“You’ll have to get used to compliments. I’m free with praise when warranted, and you deserve sonnets written about your beauty.”

She snorted. “Now, who’s teasing.”

He grinned. “Don’t think I could do it?”

Her hands flew to her hot cheeks as a few dirty limericks came to mind. “I’d rather you didn’t.”

Chuckling, he turned the bakery box her way. “I was teasing, too. You could have eaten all three scones, and I wouldn’t have cared.”

Tessa took another scone, cut it then held it out. “I wasn’t teasing about the sugar and fat. Still want it?”

His answer was to open his mouth and let her feed it to him. Before she could pull away, he caught her wrist and licked the icing from her fingers.

Watching and feeling his warm tongue lapping at her skin had to be in the top three hottest things in her life. Number one was her first glimpse of Jordan naked; number two was staring into his eyes as he made her come twice with his mouth the first night.

“The raspberry is sweet but not as sweet as you. Unless your intent is further naughtiness, get over here, brat.”

She didn’t have to move to follow his order. He reached over and lifted her from her chair onto his lap.

Instead of turning her over his knee for what she expected to be a few playful swats, the punishment fitting the crime, as promised, he did something much worse. Cradling her in one arm, he danced his fingers over her ribs and down her sides.

“No, Daddy!” she cried, squirming and wriggling to get away. “I’m horribly ticklish.”

“So, I see.”

As she gasped for breath in between peals of laughter, she warned him, “If you don’t stop, I’ll pee.”

That promptly ended things, and she slumped against him in relief.

She could see his mouth twitch despite the narrow-eyed gaze he aimed at her. “Were you fibbing to get me to stop?”

Her face flamed as she admitted, “No. A little pee coming out has been known to happen.”

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