Page 73 of His Lucky Babygirl

“Good girl. I’ll be done soon, don’t you go anywhere.” He chuckled darkly. Where exactly could she go?

Frustrated beyond relief, Melody tried pleading her case again. “Please Daddy! I’ll be a good girl now,” she whimpered with desperation.

“It’s a little late for that, don’t ya think?”

“P-please, I’ll do anything!”

Wes scrubbed his hand over his face then looked over to her. “Anything, huh?”

“Yes!” her voice was barely audible.

“Good, remember that.”

Wes carried Melody to the truck, wrapped up and tucked into her special aftercare blanket. She snuggled into the softness surrounding her.

Helping her into the seat, he reached over her for the buckle. She put her hand over his, and turned in the seat. She had a slight height advantage and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He took her lead and stood between her parted thighs. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Melody nodded, studying his face. She traced the lines of his jaw with her fingertips, feeling the roughness of his stubble against her soft skin. He saw a shiver go through her body.

“Are you cold, buttercup?” A smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“No, Daddy. I just like looking at you. I like how your stubble feels against my skin.”

His eyes met hers, filled with warmth and affection.

“I like when you trace along my jaw and look at me the way you are,” he admitted.

“You’ve seen me at my worst, yet you still look at me like you won’t ever let me go,” Mel murmured.

“That’s because I won’t. You’re mine, princess. Better get used to it because I’m not going anywhere.”

After Kat, he was set on locking his heart away for good, thinking there’d only be room for Sarah. However, the universe had other plans and showed them what was there all along.

As she continued to caress his face, Wes leaned into her touch, savoring the intimacy of the moment they shared. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of affection.

With a gentle sigh, Melody leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to Wes' lips, sealing their unspoken bond of love and devotion. In that moment, surrounded by nothing but the beating of their hearts and the soft rustle of leaves in the wind, Wes knew that Melody was exactly where she belonged—in his arms.

Wes’ hand threaded in her hair, anchoring her to him and deepening the kiss. Melody leaned in closer, her breath mingling with his in a sweet dance of shared intimacy. Time seemed to stand still as they lingered in each other's embrace, savoring the simple joy of being together.

“If we keep this up, someone’s going to get a show in the security room.” He gripped her legs under her knees, anchoring her body against his.

Melody wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her face into his shoulder. “No shows, please.” She fiddled with the button to his shirt pocket. “Daddy.”

He pulled back and met her eyes, waiting to hear what she had to say.

“I’ve never been. I didn’t think I—Ugh.” He didn’t let her turn away. His gaze was encouraging and unwavering in intensity. “Wes…you make me ink.” Her words were rushed.

Her blush only made his smile widen, enjoying her squirming against him. “What’s that, buttercup?” He pulled her lip free from her teeth, rubbing her swollen bottom lip.

“I can’t say it.”

“Yes you can, Mel.”

Pressing her lips together she wrinkled her nose, unable to dissuade him.

He leaned in and placed soft kisses along her jaw to her neck. “Tell me.” Wes ran his tongue over the shell of her ear, enjoying her subtle shutter.

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