Page 233 of Cowboy Daddies

Just play this cool.

“Well, he better not threaten to spank you.”

Yep. Way to play it cool, man.

“Um, I don’t think you can dictate who spanks me,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

That reminded him about her sore hand.

“No? You don’t think so? Have you imagined being spanked? Do you want to be spanked, little girl?”

“Oh my god,” she whispered. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

Part of him couldn’t either. And he was probably pushing her too much without explaining himself.

One thing at a time.

“We need to go inside and doctor your hand.” He stood and, scooping her up, he carried her inside.

“I didn’t hurt my foot,” she said dryly.

“How is your burn?” he asked. “I haven’t checked it recently.”

“It’s fine.”

Jeb gave her a sharp look as he walked into the downstairs bathroom. He set her down on the counter.

“That sounds like a lie.”

“There’s no way you can know that! That’s slander and I won’t have it.” She pointed a finger at him.

“You don’t want to point a finger at me, little girl,” he warned her.

“Or what?” she challenged.

Oh, she was such trouble.

And he felt more alive than he had in years.

“Or I’ll need to take that finger and do something with it.”

All right, so his flirting was really rusty. But she didn’t seem to mind as her eyes widened, her lips parting.

Jeb ran his own finger down her cheek.

“What . . . what’s happening?”

“What’s happening is that I have a proposition for you. And you can say no without any repercussions. All right? Your job is still safe and I will not pressure or get angry at you.”

“Now I’m getting nervous,” she said. “What is the proposition?”

“While you’re here with us, I’m your Daddy. I make the rules. I enforce them. When we’re alone, you can be Little or Big. Whatever you desire. I want to take care of you either way.”

“My . . . my Daddy?”

“Yes.”

“Rules? Enforce?”