Page 47 of Biker's Babygirl

“Well, you should have known it was true,” he answers gruffly.

Even his gruff voice makes my belly flip. Because I know what’s really there, even if he tries to keep it hidden: helovesme. He’s my Daddy and he makes me feel safer than I ever thought Icould feel, and he loves me. Despite everything that’s happened—the brick through the window, the interrogation I had to sit through, coming clean about all the bad stuff in my life—I feel like I’m floating on a cloud made of pure bliss.

“And here’s something else that’s true, so listen closely, little girl.”

My toes curl at the way he calls me that, and I’m still smiling for all I’m worth, but I answer obediently. “Yes, Daddy.”

The way his eyes grow suddenly serious tell me to pay close attention better than the sternest words ever could. “I love you,andI’m going to see to it that you’re kept safe. That means you don’t go anywhere—not a single place—without my saying it’s okay. Do you understand me?”

The underlying consequences are clear in his voice without him saying it, and I nod, my smile slipping at last.

“I’m not kidding, Ginny. You step a single toe out of this house without my approval, and I will blister your cute little butt.” His eyes bore into me. “Understand?”

I’m quivering inside now, and I’m not sure if it’s with fear of a spanking, being pleased that he wants so much to keep me safe, or both. But I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, up you go.” He gives my bottom a gentle swat. “I’m going to get you in your pajamas.”

Duke slides me from his lap and I wait patiently as he walks to his dresser. But when he turns around with a nightgown in his hands, I furrow my brow.

“I’d rather wear one of your shirts again.”

“Well, I’d rather you wear this,” he replies, Mr. Gruff once more.

I squirm. I don’t really like the idea of wearing some other woman’s clothes, but Duke is in no-nonsense mode, and my bottom is still squirming with the memory of his threat. I know better than to argue.

But when he comes closer, I see the tag dangling from the nightgown and look up at him, surprised.

“I was goin’ to wrap it, but…” He trails off sheepishly.

Excitement rushes through me and I reach eagerly for the clothing. He hands it over, and I shake it out in front of me. It’s the softest nightgown I’ve ever held, pale pink with iridescent shimmers in the fabric.

“Well? What do you think?”

When I look up, I just know my face is aglow with excitement. I have never felt so loved—so treasured. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever gotten.”

He does a double take. “Seriously?”

My only answer is to squeal and throw my arms around him. “You’re the best, Daddy!” I squeeze him tight until his arms come around me. He lifts me off my feet and plants a loud kiss on my cheek that makes me laugh.

“Go on, get changed. Your adorable butt needs to be in bed.”

It seems crazy. Despite sharing the most horrible news, I feel…free. Free, and happy. I scamper out of his embrace and stick my butt out at him, giving it a little shake.

“Get into that bathroom before I make you regret it,” he growls, and I giggle.

I can tell that he finds me just as adorable as he keeps calling me.If I’d known this is how I’d feel, I would have told him days ago,I think as I race to the bathroom. But even as I think it, I know it isn’t true. Duke and I had been strangers then, and he might have decided it was more trouble than I was worth.

Now, though… he would do anything for me. He wants to keep me safe, and I know anyone who tries to get in the way will pay the price. Even Lucas. But that’s not the only reason I can’t stop smiling as I undress. It’s because there’s no secrets between us now. He knows the truth about the real me, and he didn’t push me away. He loves me for whoIam. There’s no doubt now.

Which is why when I go back into the bedroom dressed in the softest sleepwear to ever grace my body, I feel a surge of sexuality that definitely wasn’t there a few minutes ago. I don’t feel small and timid any longer, but confident and powerful in my sensuality.

I can see from the first look at me that Duke can see the difference. A rush of warm affection runs through me.Just one more thing to love about him… the way he knows me so well.

“Thank you,” I say, reaching for him. When I kiss him this time, it’s on the lips. It starts out slow but deepens in intensity quickly.

“For what?” he murmurs huskily. “The nightgown?” He tugs on the sleeve, smiling. “You look great, by the way.”

My lips curve in appreciation. “For that, but also…” I tug at his shirt until he raises his arms and allows me to help him out of it. Then I take a step back to admire the sight of his toned chest and abs. My finger trails down his silver chest hair playfully. “For standing by me. I know it wasn’t easy hearing?—”

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