Page 99 of Under Daddy's Spell

“I don’t doubt you’ll have the opportunity for comparison one day.” He touched his lips to her damp brow and replied, sounding amused, “That doesn’t answer my question today, however.”

“I’m okay, Daddy.”

“You’ve earned ten minutes in the corner, baby girl. Use it wisely, so we never have to repeat a morning like this one again.”

He walked her to the corner near the chair where she sat that morning. Gently, but determined, he turned her to face where the two walls converged and, in an added surprise, he raised her hands to her head.

“Interlock your fingers.” When she had, he explained, “No distractions while you’re here, and no rubbing. That’s my job.”

With a tug on one of her curls and a sweep of his hand down her back, he moved away.

The silence was overwhelming. It left her only one thing to do—think.

When she mulled over the choices she made in the past twenty-four hours, heck, the past two weeks, they were all bad and impulsive. Walking away from him this morning would have been the worst. All because she’d been so foolish. And though the steam coming out of the espresso machine at work had to be cooler than the surface of her burning bottom, if she could turn back the clock to a month ago, she wouldn’t. She had laughed, smiled, sung off-key, stomped around in a huff, cried, and yes, felt loved, more in the past two weeks, since Jordan Cooper entered her life, than she had in, well...forever.

Suddenly, she felt very alone and wanted nothing more than her daddy’s arms around her, his deep voice whispering that he forgave her. And she wanted corner time to be over so they could get onto the next item on the agenda. Because she needed his arms around her and his mouth on hers as much as she needed him moving inside her. Cuddling could wait.

“Tessa. Your time is up, baby. Come to Daddy.”

When she turned, he was sitting on the side of the bed, arms outstretched.

With a sob, she ran to him. His arms engulfed her, and he pulled her into his lap. Then, like during her confession earlier, he rocked her as he crooned words she couldn’t make out. Because she was totally hysterical this time, she recognized it was a mix of English, French, and a bit of Cajun, withchersand baby girls liberally laced throughout.

When she wound down, and he cleaned her tearstained face with a handful of tissues, and gave her another few to blow her nose, she snuggled against his chest. His arms surrounding her felt warm and strong and unwavering, but she needed more.

“Daddy?”

“Right here, precious. Can’t get much closer unless I’m inside you.”

Her head fell back, and she gazed up at him. Had he read her mind?

“Could we mix up the agenda a little?”

“The time frames and activities are a guideline. Nothing is written in stone. I’m not that rigid.”

Considering what was prodding her tender behind at the moment, she’d have to disagree with him there.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked.

“Shortening cuddle time or combining it with what comes next. We’re both entrepreneurs. Multi-tasking is our lives, right?”

“It would give us twenty more minutes for sex, too.”

“Well...yeah.” It seemed like a no-brainer to her.

His eyes glinted the most beautiful blue as he laughed. Then, with her cradled in his arms, he hopped into bed and stretched out on his back. His brilliant smile didn’t dim when he set her to the side and shucked his boxers.

His arm was long enough to reach his bedside drawer so he could take care of business. Fully embracing her revised plan, he ordered, “Mount up. After the morning you’ve had, it’s probably best that you ride.”

With his erection standing long and thick and at full attention, she needed no further encouragement and eagerly climbed aboard.

“Easy,” he murmured, guiding her leg over his hips with a healthy dose of self-preservation. “Let’s not end it before it begins.”

With his hands curled around her hips, he helped her lower herself onto his cock. Tessa was so aroused, she took his length easily. But when she tried to move from a dead stop into a gallop, her daddy had other ideas and reined her in. With a hand curled around her nape, pulling her down, he took her mouth, delving into it with his tongue. All the while, the arm wrapped around her waist, kept her still as he drove hard, but with infinite control, up inside her.

“I can’t wait—” she gasped.

“Don’t, baby. Come all over Daddy’s cock.”

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