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He set her on the counter, but she didn’t let go of him. She nuzzled into his neck, her lips finding his skin. She gently sucked on it, and he ground his teeth together.
Fuck, that felt good.
But she was clearly not in the right headspace to do anything about that. So he let her suckle his neck as he white-knuckled the countertop.
“Pretty girl,” he murmured. She let out a soft whimper. He gasped as she dug her teeth into his neck. “No biting, baby.” But she ignored him and bit down harder.
Jesus fuck. That hurt. But the pain went straight to his aching cock. As bad as it hurt, it still felt fucking good. He wanted her to bite him when he was buried deep inside her.
He shook his head. Later. He’d think about that later.
“I need to finish getting dinner ready,” he said softly, running his hand over her back. She shook her head, her teeth scraping along his skin. “Stop biting Daddy, baby girl.”
She grunted her disagreement, but, to his shock, unlatched and sat back with a huff. Her bottom lip poked out as she folded her arms over her chest.
His brows rose. “No pouting either, baby.”
She snapped her teeth at him, looking so disgruntled and pissed off about that, he was barely able to hold his laugh in.
“Do you want another spanking?” he asked, resting his hand on her thigh. Her eyes widened as she shook her head.
“No spankin’.” Her dark hair flew around her as she continued shaking her head. Her voice was different than it usually was.
Was she in Little space?
He eyed her for a moment, waiting for her to pull back like she did the other night, but she didn’t. She just kept shaking her head.
“Then no pouting or biting.” He placed his hands on either side of her face, stopping her. “And no more shaking your head. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“I won’t,” she protested. “I don’t hear my brain rolling around.” He grinned at her.
“That’s good, baby. Can you sit right there while I finish dinner, or do you need some floor time?” She chewed on her lip as she looked at the counter, then the floor. Judging by the look on her face, the floor was obviously what she wanted.
Without a word, he lifted her and put her on the floor before laying a blanket out beside her. “I’ll go get your stuffies. Sorry I don’t have other toys for you, pretty girl. Daddy will do better.” She crawled onto the blanket, ignoring him as he hurried to the bedroom and gathered her soft toys in his arms.
She sat on her legs as she stared up at him, her entire face lighting up when she saw Ottie. Her hands raised above her head and she made grabby hands at him.
“Ottie! Ottie!”
“Here are the others too,” Jett said, setting them beside her. “What are their names?”
“Flash,” she said, bouncing Ottie on the turtle. “Sealy.” She bounced him on the seal he’d given her.
“Those are great names, pretty girl.”
“I know,” she said matter-of-factly. “I’m the best name picker.”
“That you are,” he agreed, scrubbing his hand over his mouth to hide his smile. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, okay?”
“‘Kay.”
She rolled onto her tummy and began playing with her toys. He wanted to just sit and watch her, maybe play with her. But he couldn’t. Not right now. But another night, he would.
He hurried through plating their food and setting the table, periodically glancing over at the living room to check on her. She was still playing with the toys, but it looked like Sealy was trying to kill Flash. Ottie seemed to be playing referee, and she was cheering them on.
Bloodthirsty little thing.
Finally, he made his way back to her, crouching at the edge of the blanket. “Dinner time, baby.”
