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“I was scared for you and Jasper. He threatened to kill you all.”
She sighs one of those long-suffering sighs of hers. “You should’ve trusted Jasper.”
“I know that now. But it’s over with, and everyone is safe.” I repeat myself like a broken record, hoping that this time it gets through to her.
“Thank God.”
“Can we get back to my real problem now?”
“Okay, okay. What’s the problem?”
I collapse onto the bed, laying on my back and staring up at the ceiling. “Jasper is treating me like I’m going to fall apart any second. I just want us back to normal.”
“He’s just worried about you,” she says reasonably.
“I get that. How can I get him to stop?”
“Hmm… What about going to the club? Nothing says ‘spank me daddy’ like a night at The Playground. We’ll be there tonight so you have a great excuse for going. You can dress to kill and tempt him into a private room.”
I think it over for a few seconds and decide it’s a good plan. And I know the perfect outfit to wear.
“I like that idea. I’ll talk to him.”
“Good luck, girlie. See you tonight.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
Jasper
When Charity comesup to me, I know she’s up to something. The sexy sway of her hips and the look in her eyes… she looks like she’s ready for sex, and my dick is one hundred percent on board.
“Hi, daddy,” she whispers as she walks into my open arms. She stands on tiptoe and presses her lips to mine. Her tongue teases at my lips for entrance. I open for her, letting her take the lead even though I want to grab her and make the kiss my own. She doesn’t need me attacking her like a feral dog after everything she’s been through.
After a few seconds, she pulls away. I swear I see a flash of disappointment in her eyes before she hits me with a disarming smile. A smile that says she’s definitely up to something.
“What are you up to, babygirl?”
Her smile slips for a moment, then comes right back more dazzling than ever.
“I’m not up to anything. Just wondering if you’d like to go to the club with me tonight?”
My brow furrows in concern. “Are you sure you’re up for that?”
She lets out a frustrated sigh and crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m fine. How many times do I have to say it?”
I tuck a stray hair behind her ear. “I just want to take care of you. I’m worried about you is all.”
“And I’m telling you I’m okay. I don’t need to be coddled. I promise I’m not going to fall apart.”
I tug her against my chest and cup her face between my hands and crush my lips to hers. Charity lets out a low moan, and she kisses me back with fervor. My dick thickens in my jeans, I growl low in my throat when she rubs against it. Our kiss goes on and on. She proves with every stroke of her tongue how okay she is.
She pulls away with a gasp. “I should get ready.”
She turns, and before she can make it a step away, I give her a playful swat to the ass. Charity gives a little squeal and hops out of the way, laughing. Maybe she is ready for me to stop being so gentle. Which means she’s ready to be punished for running from me.
* * *
Charity locksherself in the bedroom for the rest of the afternoon. When she comes out she’s wearing a long coat cinched at the waist. I want to know what’s under that coat. My imagination runs wild with all the possibilities.
