Page 24 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

Her face flushed a brighter pink but there was no mistaking the sparkle of interest in her eyes or the nipples making themselves known as they poked against the fabric of her bra. “No, why would you think I wo…” It was like her words were cut with a sword as she instantly went silent.

Well, that is if one could envision the very well-read romance novel he held up in his left hand as the hilt, and the purple vibrator he held in his right as the blade of said sword.

“Are you sure about that? These look like they could be pretty fun to me,” Eddie teased. And when his thumb flicked a switch, the vibrator began to twist and writhe to the buzzing filling the air.

An adorably squealed “Daddy!” rang out as his Little leapt forward attempting to grab her toy.

Eddie held them out of reach but still managed to wrap his arms around her before he lost his balance. They both fell on the bed and rolled until he was on his back, she was lying on top of his body and her squeal of embarrassment became a soft moan when he dropped the toys to cup her face between his palms and drew her mouth down to meet his.

If Eddie had any doubts that he’d made the right decision, they disappeared as their kiss deepened. His Tizzy might be a Little girl who had trouble keeping it together at times, but Teresa, the woman in his arms, seemed to know exactly what to do. Her lips opened with the press of his tongue demanding entrance. Soft, sweet gasps of pleasures were swallowed by him as he explored the sweet cavern of her mouth and when her tongue moved to tangle with his, he immediately envisioned it dancing along the shaft of his cock as her head bobbed up and down his length.

When his cock stirred, she groaned and ground herself against him. He went from semi to fully hard in a single breath. With a simple roll, he had her beneath him, her eyes glowing with desire as he kissed her forehead, her nose and then found her mouth again. Her hands slid into his hair and he reached to find tresses that always reminded him of fire only to wrap his fingers around the pulsing toy he’d totally forgotten about. It turned his kiss into a chuckle that had her fingers stilling.

“Seems like your Daddy can be distracted as well. So much for Plan A,” he said, pulling back enough to be able to look down into her face.

“What was Plan A?” she asked.

“Unpack, get organized, discuss the process, and then finally deliver the spanking you’ve needed for so long.”

Teresa’s fingers slid from his hair to run along his jaw. “We could take it as a sign we need ditch Plan A and go with B. You know, skip all that boring stuff and keep doing this.”

He waited until the finger reached his bottom lip and then took it into his mouth and gave it a little nip. “Good try, little Tizzy of mine, but a wise man once told me to start as I intend to go.”

Her adorable nose scrunched up as she looked up at him. “Meaning?”

“Meaning, young lady, no more playing kissy-face. Well, one more.” He gave her lips a quick peck before pushing up and climbing off the bed. He had her standing beside him with a single tug and a swat against her ass had her full attention. “I expect us both to be seated at that table in ten minutes. So no more goofing around.”

Teresa stepped away to pick up another of her smaller bags. “Do you often talk to yourself Dr. Mayer? Because last I looked it wasn’tmyhand holding a buzzing sex toy.”

Eddie laughed, popped her ass again just because he could, and finally flipped the switch off. “Touché, my little brat,” he said as he walked across the room to where a beautifully carved wooden armoire stood. “I think this will be a good place for this little guy and anything else we find when you take me to the store you mentioned.” He wagged his eyebrows up and down at her as he opened the door. Seeing its contents, he gave a long low whistle.

“Are you okay?”

“Way better than okay,” Eddie assured her. “Care to guess what I just found?”

“Aladdin?” she joked on her way to join him.

“Let’s just say I found his treasure.” Eddie threw open both doors.

“Jiminy Cricket! That’s… that’s a lot of… of—”

“Whole lot of possibilities,” Eddie said, pulling her to him as she continued to stare at all the paddles, straps, and canes hanging from hooks inside the doors. A pretty blue bowl held dozens of condoms. Bottles of various creams, massage oils and tubes of lubricants stood in perfect rows on one shelf and neatly packaged butt plugs and vibrators sat on another. Teresa’s eyes were as round as saucers as he placed her purple vibrator at the end of the row.

“It looks so small,” she whispered.

“Hey, you’re gonna give the poor thing a complex. What happened to size doesn’t matter?” he teased.

Teresa tilted her head back to look up at him. “It doesn’t. What matters is what one does with whatever size they have been dealt.”

He watched her eyes drift down his body until they were focused directly on his groin.

“I suppose we won’t know where your ‘toy’ lines up in that row until we finishunpackingeverything. So, let’s get to it shall we?” she quipped.

He might be very well-educated. He might be a highly respected neurosurgeon. But Eddie was also a man who took her words as the challenge they were meant as. And since he couldn’t declare victory until the proper time, he nodded, closed the doors on his new favorite piece of furniture, and said, “Why yes, little turtle, yes, we shall.”

Chapter 9

Teresa

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