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Except, for as much as she wanted to explode, that ever elusive permission dangled out of her reach and controlled her physical responses. He was truly the Dominant and Daddy of her heart and mind. Without his permission, she’d go nowhere.

“Daddy?”

“With me, baby. Let it go.” He held her firmly in place with one arm around her waist, then reached for her throbbing clit with the other and without any mercy proceeded to stimulate her nub to climax. Her muscles thrummed, clenched, and relaxed around his cock, and with a loud mewl, she took off into space. Biting her shoulder, Barron flew after her.

When the spasms subsided, he collapsed over her. After a moment, he rolled to the side, kissing her head.

“How’s my princess? Happy, satisfied? Naughty enough? How’s thatcute butt?”

The vibration stopped, which meant he must’ve turned it off at some point.

“Oh God.” She covered her face with her hands.

“What’s the problem? You’re my baby girl and soon to be my wife. So we get a little raunchy. It’s fun, makes life interesting, and keeps the relationship hopping.”

“You forget, I was raised in a conservative home. The things I asked you for…well, they’re considered immodest and sinful.”

“By who? The church or your parents? Because I’ve heard Cubans are passionate people. Their women are wild and sexy. I have one in my arms.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not. You’re the hottest woman and Little I’ve ever known. You make me absolutely crazy. One glance from those pretty hazel eyes and I’m gone. Plus, you’re willing to try new things. It doesn’t get any better. Don’t you dare change on me.”

“I don’t intend to.”

“Good girl. Do you think you can sleep now?”

She yawned. “Hmmm, my eyes are closing.”

“Then go with it. We have a lot of work ahead of us.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Saturday morning, Yoanni wasn’t a bundle of joy when he drove her to the MC’s clubhouse.

“Why are you dropping me off here?” she grumbled. “I can work, you know. I’m not a useless sack of potatoes, and I don’t need a babysitter.”

Barron scowled. “You’re not useless or a sack of any kind. Evidently, you thought—all on your own—you’d take part in the cleanup. Had you asked me, I would’ve told you to forget it.”

“But, Daddy?—”

He came around her door and helped her down. “I’m getting tired of the bratty buts, little girl. My brothers and I are cleaning and painting and bringing the cottage back to normal. We won’t let you near a paintbrush or a vacuum cleaner. Did you think you’d supervise and give instructions to a bunch of Dominant Daddy bikers? Think again.” Holding her arm, he strode toward the clubhouse. “And be nice when we go in. Cel is a lovely person and a Little same as you. She can be a good friend, and she’s looking forward to seeing you. Plus, the Johnstons are doing me a huge favor.”

“Huh?”

“They’re watching over you while I’m busy. You’re not staying alone until Analise is picked up. Did you forget about her?”

Before Barron could knock, Blade opened the front door. Cel, with her five-year-old son embracing her leg, smiled as he ushered Yoanni into the heart of the MC, the TV-and-hangout room.

“Welcome,” Cel said, extending an arm to Yoanni. Moving from her spot with Little Jerrod clinging to her leg seemed a difficult prospect. “I’m so happy to see you. Beautiful as always. It’s been a long time. We get to catch up and hang out today, and maybe tomorrow too, I hear.”

Yoanni turned Barron’s way. “Tomorrow too?”

Barron arched a warning eyebrow. “Paint takes time to dry, and we may need two coats to cover the red letters. The work could extend to tomorrow. Are we clear?”

Wisely, she backed down. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Nicely done. Rebellion in the ranks is controlled.” Blade laughed as he came out of the hallway. “Good morning, guys.”

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