Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
So he thought it best to give himself some space.
Even though he was dying to give them a spanking, he didn’t think he was in the right headspace. He set the trap down by the sofa. He’d already shut the living room door, hoping to keep it in there. If it had moved on . . . well, he might be getting his girl a motel room for a few nights.
Or you could take her home to your place.
Tempting. But her panic attack the other night was still fresh in his mind.
Walking back into the kitchen, he checked his girl’s toe then lifted her onto a stool, while Brody got their food ready.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Autumn said quietly.
“For what? For what you said? Or because you want ice cream?” He took a plate from Brody and started putting small bits of food from each container onto it.
“Both?” she said with honesty and a wry grin.
“Hmm.” He set it down in front of her.
She gave him a shocked look.
Had no one ever served her up some food before?
“That . . . that was your plate,” she said.
“And now it’s yours. Eat up like a good girl. And maybe you’ll get an ice cream.” He shot a look at Brody. “You still don’t get any.”
“What? Why? That’s a double standard.”
“You disobeyed a direct order. I ought to bend you over my knee.”
Brody shuffled on his feet, looking embarrassed and turned on as he tried to discreetly adjust himself.
“Again, I’d pay good money to see that,” Autumn said.
“Autumn!” Brody complained.
“What? It would be hot.”
“It would not be hot. And I only went out to get the food. It was getting cold.”
“You should have waited to ask permission and you know it.”
Brody sighed.
The Fox filled Brody a plate, handing it to him.
“I can get my own plate,” Brody muttered.
“Maybe I like taking care of you,” the Fox told him.
Brody’s cheeks went pink, but he sat down and started eating. The Pup sure could eat fast.
Autumn, on the other hand, was just pushing her food around. Brody was giving her worried looks. Well, he knew how to change that.
“I’m guessing someone doesn’t want ice cream considering how little she has eaten.”
She let out a gasp, but then started forking up some food. Brody gave him a look of approval.
After he’d finished eating, he got up to rinse his plate and then he put it in the dishwasher. As he turned, he spotted Autumn getting to her feet.
“What did I say about walking?” he grumbled, moving over to her.
“Oh, but, Daddy. I gots to put my plate in the dishwasher.”
“Hand it over.”
“What? Why?” She gave him a confused look.
He gave Brody a chiding look. Did no one ever do things for this girl?
Brody held his hands up. “Don’t look at me. Whenever I try to do things for her, she gets all upset.”
“I don’t need you guys to do things for me. And I’m the hostess. I should be cleaning up after all of you. My grandmother would roll in her grave if I let you do your own dishes.”
“Your grandmother is rotting in hell,” he told her bluntly. “Sit your butt down and give me your plate.”
She gaped at him.
“Come on, Tutu, you know that’s true,” Brody said. “That old bag deserves a long stint in hell for the way she treated you. Now, let your Daddy take care of you. He needs it.”
“He does? I mean, you do?” she asked, looking at the Fox.
“Yes. And by denying me the opportunity to take care of you, you’re making me very upset.”
She gave a dramatic gasp. “I can’t have that. Sorry.” She handed over the plate.
He scraped it clean and put it in the dishwasher.
“I never knew watching a man do the dishes could be so, uh, stimulating,” she said.
“Amen to that,” Brody added.
“What?” He turned to look at them both.
She took the ice pack sitting on the counter in front of her and threw it onto the floor. “Oops, sorry, Daddy. Could you pick that up for me?”
“You threw that down deliberately,” he scolded, putting his hands on his hips.
“Uh-huh. Could you get it for me, though?”
What was going on here?
“She likes looking at your ass when you bend over,” Brody explained.
Oh. She did, huh? That was good to know.
“Like you don’t,” she said to Brody.
He pushed his glasses up his nose. “It is a rather fine ass.”
It was. Turning, he bent over, making sure to wiggle his butt as he picked up the ice pack.
“Oh yes. Do it again, Daddy. Do it again.”
“Maybe later,” he promised. “Put this on your foot and I’ll get you your ice cream.”
“And me? I ate all my dinner,” Brody said.
“You always eat all your dinner,” Autumn pointed out. “I’ll take cherry ice cream, Daddy.”
He got it out, spooning some into a bowl.