Daddy in Cowboy Boots (Montana Daddies Book 9) by Laylah Roberts

Author:Laylah Roberts [Roberts, Laylah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-03T16:00:00+00:00

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Marisol sat on the sofa as Linc grabbed the remote and sat down on his big recliner. She expected him to put on some sort of sports game that she wouldn’t understand. But she wouldn’t say anything. This was his house. He’d worked hard all day.

She wished he’d let her help clean up, but he’d insisted that Little girls didn’t do jobs like wash dishes. He had let her clear the table. She’d tried to point out that she wasn’t in Little space at the moment, but he’d just given her a stern look that told her she’d best be quiet and do what she was told.

The more commanding and bossy he got, the more aroused she seemed to become. As she sat on the sofa, she was all too aware of her wet panties. She pressed her thighs together.

To her surprise, he settled on a romantic-comedy. “Come here. You’re too far away.”

“I thought I might go take a shower.” And deal with the need still flooding her.

“After.” He patted his lap.

“Umm. Okay.” She stood.

“Grab that blanket, would you?” He pointed to the blanket on the end of the sofa. She picked it up and walked over to him. Linc kept the house toasty warm so the blanket wasn’t necessary for warmth.

She moved next to his chair. He took the blanket from her.

“Would you like to get more comfortable before you sit down?” he asked her.

“Comfortable?”

“I know women often like to take off their bra at night. Thought you might like to do that first.”

“Oh, umm.” She would love to take off her bra. It was pretty much the best feeling in the world. Nearly as good as an orgasm.

Sometimes better.

“You can take off your pants as well.”

Her mouth dropped open and he grinned up at her.

“I think my pants are just fine on,” she said primly. “But I’ll just go take off my bra—”

“No need to go anywhere.” He placed his hands over his eyes. “I promise not to peek.”

Oh, she just bet.

Nobody ever died because they needed an orgasm, Marisol.

No. It just felt like it sometimes.

“Uh-huh, I believe that.”

“Why, teeny, are you calling Daddy a liar?” His voice was a soft croon that had made her shiver with pleasure.

“Of course not, Daddy,” she managed to squeak out.

“I thought not. That would be very naughty.”

Oh shoot. Her pussy clenched at hearing him call her naughty.

She turned around and managed to wrangle her bra off without having to take off her sweater or T-shirt. It was only after she had it off that she thought about the fact that she was going to be braless around him.

This was not going to help her arousal issue. She turned back around to see he was indeed peeking between his fingers at her.

“Daddy!”

“What? I have to keep an eye on my Little one. Means you get into far less trouble. Hand me the bra.”

“Why?”

He raised his eyebrows as though to tell her that he didn’t need a reason. With a reluctant sigh, she handed it over and he tucked it down the side of the recliner.

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