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Chapter Four
Stretched out on thecouch, her head in James’s lap, his fingers running through her hair, Olivia was in heaven. Her body felt loose from the two earth-shattering orgasms, and her heart was light as a feather.
“What’s on your mind, little one?”
“Mmm.” Stretching like a cat waking from a nap, she rolled onto her back and grinned up at him. “Just thinking how amazing I feel right now. You?”
“Pretty much the same.” He ran a finger down her cheek. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize you needed me.”
Love filled her at the simple apology. It took a strong man to admit when he’d screwed up. “And I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you about it.”
“It’s all forgiven, little one. But I do need to ask you something.”
Nerves twisted her tummy into knots at the serious tone. “Okay?”
He continued to stroke her cheek. “Does it bother you when I correct you at work? For, say, your language or something of that nature.”
Frowning, she considered the question. “Sometimes. It’s hard to stay in the right headspace at work when you go all Daddy on me.”
“I thought that might be the case. It’s part of why I backed off, before. I still expect you to follow your rules, but going forward, we can discuss any infractions at home. Do you think that would help?”
“I think so. But Daddy?”
“Yes, Livvy?”
“If I’m being especially naughty, I understand if you need to pull me aside and tell me. I know sometimes I don’t treat people so nice at work.”
“Fair enough. And speaking of, I think you owe MaryAnn an apology tomorrow for how you spoke to her today.”
Olivia wrinkled her nose at the suggestion. “I thought you might say that.”
“Do you disagree?”
Sighing, she shook her head. “No, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He tapped her nose. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your bedtime spanking.”
“You could, you know. Forget.” She gave him her best cheeky smile. “I won’t hold it against you.”
“Nice try, Livvy. I think we both know you’d secretly resent it if I let you off the hook. Isn’t that so?”
I will be honest with Daddy.The words echoed in her mind, mocking her. “On the advice of my counsel, I invoke my Fifth Amendment right against self-incrimination and respectfully decline to answer your question.”
“You’re not allowed to talk to Bryant anymore,” he grumbled. “Okay, if you’re not in the mood to talk, then you can march your pretty little bottom upstairs and finish your lines before bed.”
“But I already did them!”
