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Ella grinned, nodding. “Yes.”

“That’s my girl.” His smile deepened as his grip on her waist tightened slightly, giving her bottom a smack with his free hand.

She let out a squeal of delight and started to turn toward the clubhouse doors. “Okay, I need to find the girls before book club starts.”

But King didn’t let her go.

Instead, he pulled her into him, his lips claiming hers once more. One of his hands splayed against her lower back, keeping her flush against him, while the other slid up to tangle in her hair, angling her head just how he wanted.

Ella whimpered, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she melted into his touch. Her tummy pressed against his hard length, and he groaned into her mouth at the friction.

Still unwilling to release her just yet, King trailed kisses down the side of her face, his lips brushing the delicate skin of her neck.

He nuzzled her, inhaling the faint, sweet scent of her shampoo. “You smell good, baby,” he murmured, pressing another kiss beneath her ear. “I bet you taste just as good.”

Ella let out a soft, breathy laugh, her hands gripping his arms.

“Daddy, I have to go,” she whispered, though she made no real effort to pull away from him.

He chuckled, enjoying the way she shivered beneath his touch. Finally, he loosened his hold, allowing her some space. “All right, Little one,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Go on. Have fun with your book club. Enjoy those naughty stories I know you Little girls read.”

She stepped back, looking adorably dazed, her lips swollen from his kiss. He was glad he wasn’t the only one who was affected. Her pointed nipples and glazed eyes gave away her arousal.

Before she turned, he caught her wrist and gave her a pointed look. “Be good for me, yeah?”

Ella bit her lip, then batted her eyelashes playfully. “Do I get a reward if I’m good?”

He chuckled and arched a brow. “I’ll definitely reward you.”

“Then I suppose I’ll behave,” she teased, running her fingers down his chest.

King smirked, squeezing her hand before finally letting her go. “That’s my girl.”

She turned and hurried into the clubhouse while King stood there watching her, already counting the hours until he had her back in his arms.

NINETEEN

ELLA

Ella curled up on one of the oversized bean-bag chairs in the room she’d started calling the Book Nook, surrounded by Ivy, Remi, Molly, Harper, Carlee, Eden, and the rest of the girls. They were supposed to be reading. Technically,book clubmeant they should at least make an attempt at discussing the novel. Instead, they were giggling uncontrollably, the books lying mostly forgotten in their laps.

“I swear,” Remi groaned dramatically, shifting in her seat. “My bottom issosore from the spanking Kade gave me earlier.” She pouted, rubbing her backside for emphasis. “And all I did was forget to tell him I was leaving the house. That’s not evennaughty, right?”

Harper snorted. “I mean… depends. Where were you going?”

Remi muttered something under her breath.

Carlee raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”

Remi crossed her arms. “The ice cream parlor.”

The room erupted in laughter.

“Oh, yeah,” Molly teased. “Because that’sdefinitelyanecessarytrip.”

Remi huffed but grinned. “Well, itfeltnecessary at the time.”

Harper sighed dramatically, flopping back against the couch. “At least you’re not being poked and prodded constantly. My Daddy keeps taking my temperature like I’mdyingjust because I’ve been tired this week.”

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