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His fingers drilled into her sides, making her squeal with laughter. “Daddy, stop! I take it back, you’re not old!”
“That’s more like it. Let’s go.”
They left the top down on the way to the restaurant, and it was so stunningly perfect Olivia didn’t even mind the wind tugging at her carefully styled hair.
“We should get one of these,” she said when they parked.
“A convertible?” James snorted. “Absolutely not.”
“But we need one! How can we have a beach house without a convertible?”
“Livvy, we already have two cars. We don’t need a third.”
Changing her approach, she shifted in her seat to face him and ran a hand up his thigh. “James. I really love this car. Have I ever mentioned how much sports cars turn me on?”
“Nice try, little girl. We’re not buying a car right now.”
With a defeated sigh, she pulled away. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
“I suppose I can’t. Unless a certain little girl is going to pout about being told no.”
“I might.”
“Well, little girls who pout don’t get dessert.”
“Pout? Who’s pouting? I’m not pouting.”
With a loud, happy laugh, James leaned over for a hard, quick kiss. “God, I love you.”
Chapter22
James watched, growing more uncomfortable by the second as his gorgeous wife enjoyed her dessert. Seemingly oblivious the effect she was having on him, she gave the hot-fudge-coated spoon a long, slow lick, and he was reminded of their little episode on the back deck earlier. It was taking every bit of self-control he had to not drag her out of the restaurant and back to the house.
But he had plans for his girl. It had been too long since he’d really spoiled her, and with all the madness surrounding them, he wanted her to have some time to enjoy herself.
“This is incredible. I always forget how much I love this place.” Her eyes opened, mischief twinkling in the brown, letting him know she wasn’t completely clueless as to his current predicament like he’d believed. “We should pick up some chocolate sauce on our way back to the house.”
If his pants got any tighter, he was going to be in serious trouble. “We can do that. But we’re not heading back yet. How about a walk on the boardwalk?”
Excitement lit up her face like the Fourth of July. “Really? All the way to the end?”
The end of the boardwalk housed a small carnival of sorts, a spot he knew she loved. “Absolutely.”
“Oh.” Her face fell into a pout and once again he was reminded of the way her lips had looked wrapped around his cock. Lifting one of her long, shapely legs, she examined the skinny heels he’d packed for her. “I can’t walk that far in these.”
As much as he loved the way her legs looked in the heels, she was right. But a good Daddy always came prepared. “Lucky for you, I tossed a pair of sandals in the backseat while you were getting dressed.”
“Then why are we still sitting here? Let’s go, old man!”
Since he’d already paid the bill, James stood and held out a hand for her. Walking out of the restaurant, he put his head down so only she could hear. “Call me old man again, and I’ll be turning that pretty little bottom red when we get back to the house.”
The playful expression on her face was worth the rock-hard erection pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. “Promises, promises, old man.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” A quick glance around confirmed they were mostly alone, so he reached down and swatted her once, hard enough to make her squeal.
“James!” Her voice dropped to a hiss. “You can’t do that here!”
“It’s Daddy to you, little girl. And I can do whatever I want. Isn’t that right?”
