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He stood and began to jog/gallop/run toward the main resort. “What are we doing?” he asked, with a false incredulity in his voice. “We are turkey trotting back to the room, where I’m going to strip you naked and feed you pie, and we are not gonna come out until the sun rises. So enjoy the ride ‘cuz it’s the only turkey trotting we are gonna do.”

Tizzy gave a shocked, stuttered laugh. “That… sounds like the best Thanksgiving I’ve ever had.”

Chapter 17

Teresa

A sudden brightnesspierced her consciousness, causing Teresa to moan and scrunch her eyes tightly closed.

“Upsie daisy, lazy bones.”

“I’m sleeping!” she protested, dragging the blanket over her head.

An amused laugh accompanied the ripping of her covering from the bed, leaving her exposed.

“Daddy, give that back!”

“No can do,” Eddie said. “And unless you want my little sister knocking on the door demanding an explanation as to why her maid of honor is failing in her duties, I suggest you get your cute little ass up and into the shower.”

At the mention of the bride-to-be, Teresa’s eyes snapped open and she scrambled to climb off the end of the bed, practically stumbling over her own feet as she made her way to the bathroom. A glance at the time had her tune changing. “Why didn’t you wake me? I can’t be late!”

Her Daddy’s answer was to swat her bare bottom as he passed her in order to turn the taps on in the shower. “I’ve been up for hours—”

“Please, don’t even mention how ‘up’ you’ve been. Why do you think I’m so exhausted?” she snarked, unable to keep the smile off her lips. Tired or not, she cherished the feeling, still amazed at how much he wanted her.

Eddie chuckled. “Guilty as charged,” he admitted as he began to shed his clothes. “How about I make it up to you by washing your back?”

Teresa rolled her eyes. “Like that’s been shown to be a time-saver?” Still, she allowed him to take her hand and lead her into the large shower. She practically purred as the hot water doused her and her Daddy’s sudsy hands began to roam. “Daddy?”

“Hmmm?” he murmured against her neck.

“Are you sure you’re a doctor?”

“Last time I checked, I was, why do you ask?”

“Because when I took anatomy, I learned where a human’s spine was and I guarantee, that is not it!” she said, then moaned as a slippery finger slid into her core, her head tilting back to lean against his chest.

“Maybe you can give me a refresher course?” he teased, adding a second finger. “I think we’ve got enough time to shower before the shower.”

It took her a moment but then she squealed and not because of his play between her legs. “Jiminy Cricket! The shower! What time is it?” She was halfway out of the stall when he wrapped his arm around her to drag her back.

“Settle down, we’ve got time.”

Teresa snorted and turned to plant her palms on her chest. Though it took every ounce of her will power, she shook her head. “I know you, Mr. Sexy Man. You are definitely not known for any quickies.” When he chuckled and reached for her again, she pushed him back. “Nope. I am not going to have your sister banging at our door letting the entire Ranch know what is keeping us. Now, either actually wash my back or take a hike.”

Eddie grinned and reached for the loofa on the shelf. “If you tell anyone I’ll deny I said it, but you, little Tizzy, are quite sexy when you’re bossy.”

“I’m not a boss; I just have a survivor instinct when it comes to your sister,” Teresa said as she turned and allowed him to run the loofa over her back and shoulders. When it dipped to brush across buttocks that were still a bit tender from their play the night before, she considered telling him alittleplay would be okay, only to remember another detail. Reaching back, she grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from its target. When he grunted in protest, she turned to face him and found him very “up” again.

“Poor Daddy,” she said, dropping her hand to wrap around his erection. “I suppose we can just tell your mom and dad that their precious baby boy was suffering… shall we say from a severe case of priapism that kept him from picking them up on time?”

“We arenotlying to my folks. Besides, this”—he wrapped his hand around hers still holding his cock—“is all your fault.”

“My fault!”

“Exactly, if just looking at you didn’t always give me a hard-on, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

Teresa felt warmth that had nothing to do with hot water run through her. It was incredibly satisfying to be told how much she turned the man of her dreams on. “So, what do you suggest we do?” she asked and then squealed when he spun her around.

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