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I set my palms on the table and glance at their messy spread.

Simone says, “Edith makes the best cookies ever.I’d ask if I could move in, too, but then I remembered your nine o’clock curfew and changed my mind.”

I chuckle.Simone is so sassy.Will it rub off on Natasha?“I can only manage one Little girl, anyway.Sorry.”

Simone shrugs.“Edith says I’m welcome to come over to study any time I want.I think she enjoys my sense of humor.”

I laugh again.“You mean she enjoys your sassy side?”

“Tomato, tom-ah-to.”

“You are welcome to study here any afternoon you’d like, Little one, but Natasha is grounded indefinitely from riding in your car.And I don’t want to catch you encouraging Natasha to intentionally misbehave.”I lift a brow.

Natasha shoots me a glare.“Getting home late on Saturday night was my idea.Not Simone’s.”

“Whose idea was it to visit Professor Arnalt during his office hours to ask him frivolous questions?”

Simone sighs.“That was mine.Natasha didn’t know I was going to do that.”

I look toward Simone and use a more serious voice to say, “Be careful, Little one.There are only a few months left of school.Don’t get yourself in trouble for an ethical violation.It’s not worth it.”

She holds my gaze and nods.“Okay, Sir.”

It’s time to make my Little girl squirm.I turn to her.“Natasha, where do your legs belong?”

She sucks in a breath as her cheeks pinken.

“Answer Daddy, Little one.”I don’t just want her to spread her knees.I want her to verbalize it.

She licks her lips.“Around the legs of the chair, Sir,” she whispers with a full-body shiver.

I wish I could see her nipples or had the right to reach between her thighs and check how wet her panties are.Soon.“And your knees?”

She swallows.“Spread open, Sir.”I can barely hear her, but she obeys me.

“Good girl.I’ll let you get back to studying.Simone, dinner is at seven.Will you stay?”

Simone’s eyes are wide, and she looks almost as aroused as Natasha.I know she’s not specifically interested in me.I suspect her eyes are only glassy when it comes to Camden.But the scene unfolding around her has her titillated.“Sure, but how does Natasha manage to swallow her meals with you dominating her like that?”

Simone doesn’t hold back what’s in her head.It’s bold and humorous.This is the first time I’ve spent any length of time with her, and I’m starting to truly believe she would be the perfect Little girl for Camden.

Camden has spoken of her often.He never goes into great detail, though I’ve always suspected he’s intrigued.His hands are tied until she’s no longer in his class, though.He’s a rule follower.There is no way he would violate school policy for any woman, not even a sassy Little girl who would have him spinning.

I answer Simone’s question literally.“Natasha cleans her plate because that’s one of my rules.She’s usually a rule follower because she doesn’t relish the idea of being disciplined.”

“I guess I better stay for dinner just so she doesn’t have to paint the picture for me of what dinners are like in the Hoffman household.”

I chuckle and shove off the table.Damn, she’s sassy.“Back to work, girls.”

Before I even leave the room, Simone is whispering loudly to Natasha.“Girl, now I understand why you call him Mr.Controlling.That man is intense.”

Chapter16

Natasha

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say after Simone drives away.“That was the most fun ever.Did you mean it that she can come study with me again?”

“Of course, Little one.As long as the two of you don’t get into too much trouble, she’s welcome to come over.”He takes my hand and leads me up the elegant front stairs.

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