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I suppress a laugh, tilting my head at her, “Have youreally?”

She gives me a sheepish smile, “Mostly,” she responds, lifting up on her toes and wrapping her arms around my neck. I bend down to accommodate her and she whispers in my ear, “Please daddy? I need your cum in my mouth.”

I growl deep in my throat, moving my hands down to swat her on the ass. “After, the party. Since you want to be such a brat today. I’m going to make you wait for it,” I grunt, pulling away from her.

She gapes at me as I turn to head out of the closet.

“Next time mind your manners. Get dressed and let’s go.”

???

I walk over to the crowded bar in Chip’s and wait for a bartender to be free. We’ve been here for only an hour with our friends, and though the atmosphere is fun and jovial, and everyone is having a good time, I’m ready to get back home.

Selah is tempting me to the point of madness watching her prance around in this new pink dress of hers. I stare at her now from across the bar as she laughs with Mary about something, and I’m tempted to march back over there and come through on my promise to finish what we started in our closet.

She sent me over here to the bar to get her a sprite, because for some reason she doesn’t want to partake in any of the holiday drinks the bar is offering tonight. That’s fine with me, becauseshe will need to have all of her senses working at their best abilities when we get home.

I finally get the attention of a bartender and he heads over to get Selah’s soda. I feel someone tap me on my shoulder, and when I turn around a tall woman with long dark hair is smiling at me as if we know each other.

I can’t quite place her face, but she gets into my space and I narrow my eyes at her while taking a step back.

She ignores the obvious signals I’m giving her and continues to smile enthusiastically, “Hey! I’m Lyndsey! Aren’t you-“

I hold up my hand to stop the inevitable question that I know is about to fall out of her mouth. “Let me save you the trouble,” I interject. “You’re not my type. I only have one type, and it’s the incredibly gorgeous woman I’m married to that I’m here with. So whatever you want is not going to happen. No matter how high you push up that Victoria’s Secret bra. Moveon.”

I motion for her to take off towards her next victim, and her eyebrows shoot up so high I think they may eject off of her face.

“I-I! How rude!” she sputters, spinning on her heels and thankfully leaving me alone.

The bartender hands me the soda and I pay him, deciding that Selah can take her drink to-go.

It’s time for us to get back home.

Bonus Epilogue

Selah

The Black Friday party was fun, but the crowd was a bit overwhelming. Evy and Piper didn’t come, so it was just Mary and I hanging out with Joey’s new girlfriend, Camilla.

I wasn’t upset to leave early when Beckett practically dragged me out of the bar like a disgruntled caveman, barely letting me say goodbye. We came straight home and I took a shower, and changed into a comfortable two-piece pajama set.

Now I’m lying on my stomach on our bed watching Strawberry Shortcake, and waiting for Beckett to get out of the shower. I hear the bathroom door crack open but I don’t move, engrossed in watching the end of my episode.

I feel the bed dip as I laugh at Orange Blossom twirling around the screen. I startle as I feel Beckett’s warm fingers skimming up the backs of my legs. He squeezes my ass firmly, and I slowly turn my head to see him staring back at me, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

My eyes devour every inch of his exposed skin from his muscular tatted arms, and hands, to the V slipping down beneath his towel. He somehow gets sexier every time he takes his clothes off, and I still can’t figure out how he does it.

“What are you doing?” I ask quietly, still watching his hand kneading my ass through my shorts.

“Just watch your show, sweetheart,” he rasps, moving his hands to the sides of my shorts and slowly pulling them down.

I lift up to assist him, and turn my attention back to my show, trying to ignore the need that has erupted between my thighs.

I listen to a song being sung on the screen and whimper when I feel his fingers dip between my folds. He groans, continuing to rub me gently there. “You’re so wet, sweetheart. What happened?”

“I-I don’t know, daddy,” I respond, moaning as he pushes a finger inside of me.

“Shhh,” he soothes, pumping his finger in and out of me slowly.

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