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“Hmmm.” He caressed her cheek. “When we go to Nightshade on Thursday, I’ll show you different levels of hard. I’ll even test your boundaries. Can you wait until then?”

The corners of her mouth drooped. “Won’t you love me now?”

He wrapped an arm around her waist as his mouth crushed hers in a long, full kiss. “I love you now and always,” he whispered when he pulled back. “Take the shorts off.”

She tried to roll her shorts down, but couldn’t. The spaghetti straps bound her arms. “I can’t.”

“But I can.” In a moment, her shorts were down to her ankles. “Step out of them. When I lift, hook your legs around my waist.”Putting his arm under her butt, he lifted her while his other arm secured her back. Once he had her secured, he walked to the bedroom, then slowly released her onto the bed.

“I like your arms restrained. It’s a preview of what’s coming,” he said as he removed his clothes, displaying once more a sight she’d never get tired of seeing. Barron’s masculine beauty and perfect muscles, enhanced by the amazing tattoos, stopped her breathing. When he knelt before her, hungry eyes devouring all of her, and separated her legs, Yoanni’s heart nearly stampeded out of her chest.

Gently spreading her labia, he buried his face in her pussy. He loved her with slow-tasting caresses of his tongue and soft pulls on her thrumming clit. He kissed the bundle of excited nerves and pressed it with his lips and nose. His entire face was an instrument of loving arousal. And Yoanni couldn’t stop the oncoming climax.

“Oh, Daddy, I can’t hold on.”

“Is my little girl ready for her Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

He didn’t make her wait. Crawling over her, he settled a pillow under her hips, then caged her between his arms. Snapping his hips, he impaled her in a single move. Elation and unspeakable delight surged in her.

She gasped as he rocked in and out of her in a maddeningly slow motion.

“Feel me, baby?”

“God, yes.”

“We’re going nice and slow. I’m enjoying this sweet pussy wrapped around my cock. You’re so hot and wet.”

He was in no hurry, except when he reached the top, he writhed his hips, going even deeper, then pulled to the edge again. On his next drive, her spasms exploded. Her orgasm was unstoppable.

“That’s it, babe. Give it to Daddy.”

This final urging did it. Yoanni let go, and she climaxed in a glorious storm until her last contraction was spent.

As her heartbeat slowed, Barron showered her face, head, and neck with tiny kisses. “Are you ready to eat now?”

She giggled. “I’m starved.”

More than hunger, a sense of utter completion and happiness, of belonging to Barron without reservation, took her soul.

An old conversation with Emily came to mind.

“No man loves like a Daddy. Their affection is three-dimensional.”

Yoanni finally understood what she meant.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Barron walked into the agency’s building, musing on the events of the past few days. Things had been fairly quiet, at least for his baby girl. Even though she’d given Captain Weaver a complete rundown of Betty’s suspicious behavior, nothing was done because Betty, with marvelous timing, called in sick with the flu. As luck would have it, Yoanni’s mysterious stalker stopped sending threats. The entire situation went from tense to peaceful, which put Barron on edge. He walked around in a constant state of alertness as he expected not a shoe but a steel-toed boot to drop on his head at any moment.

Meanwhile, the grunt work at the agency was nearly over. Thanks to his and Johnny Gun’s efforts, all the furnishings, computers, and electronic equipment ended up where it belonged. With Cabo’s help, Lobo brought plants from a family-owned nursery in Pooler, adding a touch of color to an otherwise dry and sterile environment.

Tonight was Barron and Yoanni’s date night at Nightshade. Even though he wasn’t happy about it, Deacon would tag along.As the day progressed, Barron had growing misgivings about this visit. The closer he got to the time when he’d agreed to meet Deacon, the more anxious he got. At least Johnny G would be there. His buddy offered another pair of able hands, maybe fists, Barron could count on to assist if the situation turned sideways.

In the days leading to the visit, he’d told Deacon more than once there was no guarantee that Spike, the Wolf in question, would be present. A week had passed since Barron encountered the Wolf. More than likely, Spike was back at the Alabama clubhouse hanging out with his brothers. But Deacon refused to listen and insisted on going.

Another big item, Betty’s true identity, remained unresolved. Shifter had followed the trail to Louisiana, which agreed with the story she told Yoanni. But then, two years into Betty’s history, the trail abruptly dead-ended.

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