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When she’d stalled long enough by turning on all her silly Christmas decorations—the light-up trees and snowmen—she finally forced herself to turn and face Xander.
And all apprehension evaporated the instant she saw his handsome, kind, perfect face.
He was smiling at her, clearly amused by her nervousness. “You okay, Princess?”
She nodded as she soaked in being called princess. Jesus—between baby girl, princess, and brat, Gia couldn’t decide which nickname got her motor revving more. “Yeah,” she said, somewhat distractedly as she seriously tried to pick one.
He scowled, pinning her with a pointed glare, and she realized very quickly that the game was afoot.
Stepping closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck as she whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
Xander gave her a kiss that was too quick and too gentle for the level of need pulsating through her. She started to say as much when he grasped her wrists, pulling her arms away from him.
“There’s something we need to take care of first,” he said, his deep voice firing off a whole new round of arousal. Taking her hand in his, he led her to the couch. Xander sat down but stopped her from joining him. “You know what to do, Brat. Daddy needs to make sure you understand that this thing between us is not just something that happened. That it’s not just a one-night stand.”
Gia’s jeans and panties were down to her knees before he even finished.
Xander chuckled. “So much for this being a punishment.”
She feared for a moment he might stop, aware she liked it way too much. Gia was relieved when he gripped her forearm tightly and tugged her into position over his lap. She’d barely settled there before his hand slapped her ass hard. She jerked in surprise because it hurt. He was spanking her harder than he had the first time.
However, last night had taught her that the initial sting would turn into the most glorious burn. A dozen slaps later, she felt the wave begin to crest, her mind drifting to a place she’d never visited before Xander. Once again, he proved how in tune he was with her thoughts, her desires, her needs.
He drove two fingers inside her, roughly, powerfully. She was so wet, so slippery, they slid in with ease and sent her crashing to the shore, her body bowing over his lap as her orgasm erupted. Xander fingered her through that one and the next, mumbling quietly that as far as punishments went, that one had failed spectacularly.
She only managed a breathless laugh in response before he lifted her from his lap, carried her to her bedroom, stripped off the rest of her clothes, and proceeded to help her break her record on orgasms in a single night. Her previous personal best had been set the night before…also with him.
After hours of sex and too many positions to count, Xander tugged her into his arms, the two of them wrapped together so tightly, she didn’t know where she ended and he began.
“Good night, Princess,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.
Sleep came quickly for him, so she knew he was already lost to dreamland when she whispered, “Night, Daddy.”
Chapter Six
“I love you.”
Gia grinned as Alison wrapped her arm around her shoulders and gave her yet another kiss on the cheek. Gia had lost count after approximately fifty-two “I love you’s” and at least twenty sloppy cheek kisses from her very intoxicated best friend.
The bride-to-be was well and truly wasted. Which meant the night had gone as planned. After all, it was Alison’s bachelorette party.
Twenty women—at least half of them Gia’s relatives—had gone out for dinner before heading to Cruisers to dance and drink the night away.
They had debated taking a girls’ trip somewhere—Macie, as always, demanding Vegas—but in the end, they’d voted against it. For one thing, it was too close to the holidays to try to squeeze something quite that big in, and Alison, a simple soul at heart, said she preferred a low-key celebration, closer to home. So, Cruisers had been the obvious choice.
Looking down at the table, covered with half-empty cocktails, completely empty shot glasses, and penis straws, Gia decided to go ahead and call it, even though the night wasn’t over. Alison’s bachelorette party was a huge success.
“I love you too,” Gia assured Alison as Patsy, their waitress, plopped another round of tequila shots down in front of them, pointing toward the bar. “From the gentlemen over there. They say congrats on the upcoming wedding.”
The male patrons of Cruisers had been very generous with the rounds tonight. Because Maris was a small town, it seemed every female at the party knew at least two or three of the guys at the bar, playing pool with their buddies or sucking down a few cold ones in the countdown to Christmas.
Needless to say, the fellas were getting a kick out of the rowdy bunch of women, loudly singing along to the steady stream of music selections they’d plugged into the old-fashioned jukebox and bumping and grinding their asses off on the dance floor.
“Thank you!” Alison shouted across the bar to the guys, who laughed, giving her the thumbs-up.
They all slammed down the shot, not even bothering with a toast this time because they’d run through every damn toast they could think of in the previous rounds. Most of them were still just in the tipsy range—except for Alison, who’d been treated to quite a few cocktails as well as the shots. Gia put her glass down, aware the tequila was no longer burning on the way down. That probably wasn’t a good thing.
Four women squealed when an upbeat dance song by Dua Lipa started to play, and as they’d done many, many times tonight, they all rushed to the dance floor. Gia suspected it was the dancing that was keeping them from getting completely trashed. They’d been at Cruisers for nearly three hours, and at least half of that time had been spent shaking their asses to all their favorite songs.
