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She’d done that. All on her own. There had been no mentors, no advice-givers, at least for the first few years of her career. She’d figured it all out more or less on her own, and now she was the one new authors came to for advice.

“Menace. You’re going to be pissed at both of us if I start over now.”

Right. Her count. “Eight.” Her voice rang out louder, clearer, stronger than ever before. “I am smart as hell, successful as hell, and I deserve to be heard.”

“That’s my fucking girl.” Pride radiated from every syllable, and just the sound of it was enough to break down more of that pressure in her chest.

Another swat landed, the hardest one yet, and even though it hurt like a motherfucker, her voice didn’t waver when she counted. “Nine, I am smart, successful, and I deserve to be heard.”

“Good girl. Last one.”

Ten was even harder, the pain reverberating through her entire body. But she didn’t care. It was only proof he cared enough to force her to see the good in all the things about herself other people had tried her entire life to shame her for. That he didn’t want her to make herself small or pretend like she wasn’t a kickass fucking success story.

“Ten, I am smart, successful, and I deserve to be heard.”

“All done, baby. Come here.”

He tried to pull her up into his arms, but she had other plans. Slipping from his grasp, she knelt at his feet, her head tilted back to stare up at him.

“You said I had to thank you properly after my punishment.”

Heat flared in his eyes. “I did say that.”

Rising up on her knees, she slid her hands up his thighs as she leaned into him. “Then may I please thank you for my spanking… Daddy?”

A heartbeat of silence, then two, before he finally nodded, and some dark, twisted part of her thrilled.

“Go ahead, menace. Show Daddy how grateful you are for your punishment.”

Chapter 27

Brody

Fucking hell, he was a goner.

How the hell was he supposed to resist this brilliant, gorgeous, sassy woman on her knees for him, tears tracking down her cheeks as she asked permission to suck his cock?

There was, he was certain, no straight man in existence who could, so he wasn’t even going to try.

And when he gave his permission and her entire face lit up like goddamn Christmas Day, he had full confirmation of what he’d already expected. Marigold Quinn, the bane of his existence, held his heart in her talented fucking hands.

Which made her dangerous as fuck, on top of brilliant and gorgeous.

She lifted her hands to her face, as if to swipe the tears away, but he caught her wrists just in time. “No. Leave them. I want to see the proof of how thoroughly I punished you while you take my cock down your pretty little throat.”

The gold of her irises practically disappeared as her pupils blew. “Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck. If she kept saying such sweetly submissive things in that low, throaty voice of hers, he was going to embarrass himself right in his pants.

Luckily for him, she seemed just as eager to get his cock in her mouth as he was to have it there. Reaching for his dress belt, she tugged the leather free of the buckle, her nimble fingers working quickly to free his aching member.

“No hands,” he bit out when she tried to grab hold of him. Sliding his hand into her hair, he held tight, guiding her head forward. “You’re going to show your appreciation by taking every inch of Daddy’s cock in your mouth like a good fucking girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Without hesitation, she opened for him, all but swallowing him whole as she took him deep into her mouth. Pleasure was like a lightning strike to his system, setting every nerve ending on fire as the tip of his cock bumped against the back of her throat.

And then she gagged, her muscles contracting around him, and he could swear he saw stars.