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“I might be dying!” she wailed.
“You’re not dying, baby.” He rubbed the ache in, and she hissed at the burning pain. “Count, or we’re starting over.”
“Two. Another, Daddy?”
The next eight smacks came quicker. He wasn’t letting her dwell or really catch her breath as he spanked her, the pain building and building until she let out the highest, most ear-piercing scream she’d ever screamed.
She hadn’t realized he’d even moved her until she was straddling his lap and his hand was smoothing down her back as he rocked her. “It’s alright, my pretty girl. Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s here.”
“Hurt!” She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Her breathing stuttered as she tried to inhale, her chest trembling. Tears streaked her cheeks, and as she calmed down, she thought she might’ve been overreacting. But she was in this far; there was no turning back. She had to commit.
“That was the worst thing I’ve ever experienced!” He continued rocking her, shushing and soothing her. “I think there might be permanent damage!”
“Let me have a look,” he murmured. Her spine stiffened, and she pulled away from him.
“Have a look?” she hissed, her brows pinching together. “No way, mister.”
“If you’re hurting this badly, I need to make sure there really isn’t permanent damage.”
Maybe he had a point. But she didn’t have to like it.
Huffing out a dramatic breath, she slid off his lap and stood in front of him, feeling the hem of the shirt graze her thighs. She stared at the blank TV screen as he lifted it up, gathering the fabric at her lower back. Her face flamed hotter than her bottomwas, and she bunched her hands into tight fists to keep from bouncing.
“Oh no,” he breathed, and her eyes widened. She twisted to look over her shoulder at him, panic building as he hesitated before reaching out to cup her cheek. “It’s broken.”
“What?” She tried to turn fully toward him, but he gripped her hip with his free hand, keeping her in place. “It's really broken?”
“There’s a crack in it. So it must be broken.”
Her mouth fell open. “You did not just say that.”
His lips twitched as he let go of the shirt and leaned back. “I definitely did.”
“Daddy, I thought there was something seriously wrong.” She folded her arms over her chest as she spun to glare at him. “Not funny to scare me like that.”
It was like he couldn’t hold his laughter in anymore because his head fell back and it came tumbling out of him. It might’ve been annoying if the sound of it didn’t make her so freaking happy.
She tried to keep her face grumpy when he looked back at her, but it was impossible with that wide smile and twinkle in his dark eyes. Letting the facade drop, she threw herself at him. He easily caught her in his arms and held her to his chest.
“That was a terrible joke,” she mumbled against his neck. Jett kept laughing, squeezing her tightly.
“I can’t even say I’m sorry about it.”
She sighed, long and loud and super dramatic, before pulling away to stare down at him. “So…” She tapped her fingers against his firm chest, staring down at the plain t-shirt. He’d been working out more recently, and she definitely wasn’t complaining. Although she’d loved his body when they first met, it was like he was chiseled from marble now.
“So, what?” His fingers flexed on her hips, and she wiggled them, not wanting to say the words. He knew what she was asking, what she wanted. He just wanted to hear her say it. Which, if you asked her, was super sadistic of him.
“So, are we gonna…you know?”
He tilted his head to the side, but she still didn’t look at him. It would be impossible to look him in the eye and ask him to film himself fucking her. How embarrassing! Not that the filming would be all that embarrassing, but asking for it definitely was.
“I don’t think I know, pretty girl. Why don’t you ask me?”
She barely held in her eye roll as she lifted her gaze to his. “Are we going to make the thing?”
