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He laughed while rocking her. “You know what you gave me just now, baby girl?”

She shook her head.

“Ammunition. When the spankings you seem to enjoy too much no longer work as punishment, I can tickle you into compliance.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“I would,” he whispered against her pouting lips. “Only if you were especially naughty.”

She pushed at his chest with both hands, wanting to see his eyes when she asked her next question. “Is this your way of getting me into a diaper?”

“What? Where did you even get that idea?”

“I own a bookstore.”

“Hm, maybe I need to reread the parts ofLumberjack DaddyI skimmed through.”

“Answer the question, please.”

“No. Diapers may be someone else’s kink, but it’s not mine.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed him suspiciously, still unsure if she believed him. “It had better not be, naughty Daddy, because if I see Huggies or Snuggies or Wuggies, whatever they’re called, you can count me out.”

At that, he roared with laughter until tears rolled down his face.

He hadn’t completely recovered when he set her on her feet. She could still feel the chuckles shaking his big frame when he tossed her over his shoulder and headed for his bedroom, a bare hand across her ass to keep her in place. But his mood was playful, and she let out a squeal when a broad finger slid between her bottom cheeks and stroked the small hole, which seemed to fascinate him as much as her hair.

Needless to say, Jordan had to call and have his morning meeting rescheduled.

Chapter Twenty-Three

HUMMING AS SHE CLEANED, Tessa smiled when she realized the tune stuck in her head was from the ride into work that morning. She’d heard the heavy metal from the other side of the wall, and Jordan had mentioned he liked jazz, so it surprised her when he started his truck and country music blared from the speakers.

“Your daddy is a worldly man, baby girl. Country, jazz, classic rock... My tastes are eclectic.”

When he joined in on the chorus, his baritone was quite good, and she smiled as he sang about good ole boys and beer, and how some things go better together.

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