Phoenix (Danger Bluff #5) Read Online Pepper North

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Danger Bluff Series by Pepper North
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
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He feigned ignorance, eyes wide. “What are you talking about, Crash?”

She rolled her eyes. “You knew you were going to spank me and make me eat naked in the apartment. When did you decide that, Daddy?”

“The moment I got the notice that you were dragging your cello outside to play under the tree.” He tapped her nose. “And you’re not naked. I put a pretty nightie on you.”

“At lunchtime,” she pointed out.

“Are there rules about when naughty Little girls should wear pretty lingerie while their Daddies watch them eat?” he teased.

She shivered, and he was pretty sure her gorgeous nipples stiffened further. There was no way for her to hide them. Her sexy breasts looked heavier and jiggled in a way that reinforced the fact that he was going to need to get his own release when he was done fingering her to orgasm.

He pointed at her plate to remind her. “If you eat everything like a good girl, Daddy will play with your sexy body until it sings before your nap.”

She giggled. “Is that supposed to be an instrument joke?”

He shrugged. “Depends. Was it any good?”

She giggled again. “I guess.” Her renewed squirming told him everything he needed to know.

He pointed at the plate that consisted of baby carrots, apple wedges, a turkey and cheese sandwich cut into triangles, and a chocolate chip cookie. “Is there anything on the plate you don’t like, Crash?”

She shook her head. “No, but my tummy is doing flips. How am I supposed to eat while you have me so aroused?”

“You’ll find a way.” He returned to the fridge, grabbed the second plate he’d ordered for himself, and joined her.

She sat tall and straight, probably from years of excellent posture to play the cello. There was one exception, though. Her knees were clamped together. She certainly didn’t sit that way when she was playing.

“Pretend you’re practicing your cello, Crash. Spread your thighs wide for me while you eat.”

Her breath hitched, and she grabbed the edge of the table. “Daddy…”

He lifted a brow when she met his gaze.

She whimpered, but she obeyed him. A few seconds later, she reached for one of the carrots. “You don’t play fair, Daddy,” she grumbled.

“Nope.” He grinned wide and picked up his sandwich. He was going to have just as much trouble swallowing as her, with his body so rigid with need, but if he expected her to eat under these circumstances, he would do so, too.

Chapter Thirteen

As Lyra took the last bite, she smiled triumphantly, and he swore he could smell her arousal. The chair was going to be soaked when she stood.

Stalling to make her squirm, he pushed her nearly untouched sippy cup toward her. “Drink some water, Crash. You don’t get enough fluids.”

She sighed, making it difficult for him to hold back a snicker. After a quick drink, she set the cup down. “Can I get up now, Daddy?”

“Hmm…” He rose, took their plates, and set them in the sink before he picked up the sippy cup she’d barely touched. “Come.”

She jumped down from the seat and followed him.

He headed for her playroom and then aimed directly for the rocking chair. After settling in it, he motioned for her to join him. “How about if you sit on my lap for a while and drink some more water? I’ve seen you rubbing your temples on several occasions. I suspect you’re dehydrated.”

Her brow was furrowed as she shuffled toward him. Maybe being rocked wasn’t what she had in mind. He’d promised to let her come, and she apparently hadn’t forgotten.

When she reached him, he helped her up with one hand, leaned her back in his arms, and handed her the sippy cup.

She squirmed, which wasn’t surprising since her barely-existent nightie was bunched up around her waist, causing her red-hot bottom to rest against his thighs while exposing her pussy.

Phoenix wasn’t winging it here. He knew exactly what he was doing. As soon as she started sipping the water, he set his palms on her inner thighs and parted her legs.

She gasped. He was pretty sure she also bit down on the tip of the sippy cup.

Holding her gaze, he rocked her, teasing her mercilessly with one hand between her legs. At first, all he did was stroke her inner thighs, not coming close enough to her pussy to give her what she craved.

By the time he inched his fingers closer to her wet folds, she was writhing and moaning against the cup.

“Keep drinking, Little one. I don’t see the water level going down.”

She took another deep sip, and he rewarded her by sliding his thumb between her folds and then pressing it against her clit. Fuck him, but she nearly came. The sound that escaped her mouth was a sexy purr, and she would have arched her butt right off his lap if he hadn’t been holding her down.



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