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“Starving,” she said, licking her lips.
“For food, baby.” Her bottom lip rolled out in a pout, and he tapped her nose. “None of that. I’ll order us some pizza. Grab your stuffies and get comfy. We can watch a movie while we eat.”
She looked ridiculously excited at that, and jumped from his lap. He stayed holding her waist, and she paused.
“You’re forgetting something,” he said, and she tilted her head to the side, looking confused. He tapped his cheek, and her face flushed as she gave him a quick peck. She started to take off, but his grip tightened. “The other side.”
She huffed out a breath as she kissed his cheek. He hesitated, wondering if this would be her first kiss, too.
“One more,” he murmured, pointing at his mouth. Her hands tightened and he almost told her she didn’t have to. But then she planted her hands on his broad shoulders and leaned over, pressing her lips to his.
He kept it gentle, not wanting to scare her away. But fuck, he wanted to taste her. He wanted to slide his tongue into her mouth. But he didn’t.
She pulled away, her breath coming in fast pants as she stared at him. “Did you like that?” he asked, and she nodded.
“Very much. Can we do it again?”
He chuckled, squeezing her side slightly before letting go. “We can do it however much you want. Go get your stuffies, baby.”
sixteen
She had to be dreaming, because there was no way she was curled up on her couch next to the hottest man she’d ever seen with her three stuffies while they watched Tangled. No way this was really happening.
But it was. Or it had been. But now the movie was over and she didn’t want to move; she didn’t want Jett to leave. She was so comfortable and felt the lightest she had all weekend. But she knew that once Jett left, reality would fall back around her and she’d be just as sad as she was before he came over.
“Alright, baby. It’s getting late. Time for bed.” She shook her head, burrowing deeper into the couch. He turned toward her, leveling her with a firm look. “Bedtime.”
“Not tired,” she said. It was a lie. She was tired. Desperately tired. But she didn’t want him to know that, because if he did, he’d definitely leave and she didn’t want him to. “‘Nother movie.”
“Tomorrow.”
“Now.”
His brows lifted, and there was that spanking face again. She gripped her blanket tighter. “I think we need to talk about punishments,” he muttered. “Seems you get cranky when you’re sleepy.” She gasped.
“I’m not cranky,” she grumbled.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “You are.”
“And we don’t need to talk about punishments.”
“Yeah, we do.”
“What do we need to talk about? How awful they are? I agree. How great of a Daddy you’ll be if you never spank me? Big time agree with that.” He scrubbed his hand over his mouth, the corners of his eyes crinkling before he shook his head.
“You’re not distracting me with how fucking cute you are.” He crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”
“I’m okay.”
“Abbie,” he growled.
A shiver worked through her body. Why was she provoking him? Maybe so she could hear that voice. It was a ridiculously hot voice. But what if she pushed him too much, and he didn’t want to be with her anymore?
“Come here.” He patted the spot beside him on the couch. She flicked her gaze from it, to him, and shook her head.
“We can talk from here,” she squeaked.
“But I think you’d get the message so much better if you were closer.”
