Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Dad…” She rolls her eyes.
We spend another hour chatting before Josie yawns and I pat her hip. “We should get going.”
She nods and wobbles when I set her on her feet. She’s had a rough few days. She needs sleep.
Her parents walk us to the door. Both of them look pleased as I help Josie into her coat. I’m confident I won them over and made great strides toward proving to them I can and will take care of their daughter.
Josie means the world to me, and I want them to know that.
After I get her buckled into the truck, I round to my side and start the engine. “Do you want to sleep at your apartment tonight, princess? Or Daddy’s house?”
She looks at me with wide eyes. “Oh. Did you want to drop me off?”
I shake my head and cup her cheek. “Josie, I’m never dropping you off anywhere again. I’m not sleeping without you in my arms. When you’re ready, I’ll move you into my house permanently. Until then, we’ll sleep wherever you want but not apart.”
She smiles. “Your house, Daddy. I can work from my new desk tomorrow and take a nap in my new crib.”
My heart is so full as I put the car in drive and pull away from the curb.
Chapter Thirteen
Chase
One month later…
“Josie. Slow down. What did Daddy say about running in the house?”
She skids to a stop next to me in the kitchen. The only thing that keeps me from panicking every time she does this is the fact that she’s usually barefoot. If she had on socks, she would surely slip and fall on her butt.
“Sorry, Daddy. I forgot.”
I turn the burner down on dinner and turn toward her where she’s bouncing excitedly on her toes. “I think you need a reminder.”
She shakes her head, her pigtails flying. Her hands reach back to her cute derriere and cover it. “I don’t need a spanking, Daddy. I won’t run again.”
I lift a brow. “That’s twice today alone. Tell me what you’re so excited about, Baby girl, and then we need to address your behavior.”
“There’s a package at the door,” she tells me. “Is it for me?”
Packages have been coming for the past two days because today is Josie’s birthday, but this one is the one I was really hoping would arrive by today.
I tap her nose. “Let’s go see, Baby girl.”
She follows me excitedly, skipping because she thinks that doesn’t count as running. It’s damn near impossible not to chuckle every time she skirts the rules. She’s so fucking cute.
She grins when I open the door, pointing at the new rose bushes. “Look, they’re blooming. I love them.” She wraps her arms around my waist from the side and holds me tight. “You are the very bestest Daddy in the world.”
She tells me this more than once a day, and it never gets old. It makes me feel good. It reminds me I’m doing my job well.
She’s right. The new pink roses look amazing.
I snag the package off the porch, noting the return address to confirm this is indeed the gift I’ve been waiting for. After carrying it inside, I set it on the coffee table before sitting on the couch.
I tug Josie to my side.
She sticks out her bottom lip. “Are you going to spank me?”
“Yes, princess. Daddy has rules for a reason. Running in the house is one of them. I know you don’t want to fall and crack your head and end up in the hospital, do you?”
“No, Daddy,” she says in a small voice. “But it’s hard to remember.”
“Or…” I suggest, “maybe you like having your bottom spanked?”
She shakes her head. “That’s silly.” But she also squeezes her thighs together.
I guide her closer to my side and pull her leggings and panties to her knees before lowering her across my lap and pushing her T-shirt up. “So, you’re telling me if I stroke your pussy right now, I won’t find it wet?”
She whimpers. “Daddy, that’s not fair.”
I slide my hand down her cute bottom and between her legs. When I touch her folds, I find her soaked. “Mmm. My Little girl likes it when I take her over my lap.”
She says nothing.
I lift my hand and swat her bottom several times, warming her up before I increase the pressure and spank her harder. When she squirms, I flatten my other palm on the small of her back to keep her steady.
She’s panting by the time I’m done. Her bottom is a delightful shade of pink, and she’s shaking with need.
I probably shouldn’t indulge her and reward her for naughty behavior with orgasms, but it’s so hard to deny her when she’s like this. Impossible. I can’t do it. The sweetest thing in the world is my Josie when she comes on my fingers.