Page 96 of Break Me, Daddy

She blinked, slowly. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.” A grin stretched across her face. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go get married. But let’s not wait.”

“Baby, we kind of have to. There are laws about these sorts of things.” Though if he had it his way he’d have her down at the courthouse before she could finish that damn ice cream

“Not if we hop on a plane and fly to Vegas. Tonight.”

She had him there. So what the hell were they waiting for? Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her up against him and pressed a long, hot kiss to her lips. “Vegas it is. Let’s go home and you can pick out something to wear while I book us a flight.”

“We’re getting married!” Squealing with excitement, she bounced in place when he released her. “Oh, I have to call Lottie. I can’t get married without Lottie.”

He watched as she pulled her phone from her purse, the ice cream in her hand seemingly forgotten. It had already started to melt, and little dribbles of vanilla were sliding down her hands, making a complete mess. And it filled him with pride that she didn’t seem to care. That she was more focused on getting to their happily ever after than she was worried about what anyone, especially her asshole parents, might think.

The only thing that mattered, was that they were choosing forever. And they were choosing it together.

Epilogue

Cordelia

She wasn’t sure how Holden’s face hadn’t split in two yet from all the smiling he was doing. The man hadn’t stopped grinning from the moment he and his new bride had walked through the doors of Club BDE for their impromptu wedding reception.

Frankie, for her part, looked just as happy, the diamond on her hand glinting in the dim lights of the club as she reached up to stroke the white and rose collar around her neck. Happy and in love, which eased a lot of the worries Cordelia had previously had about their relationship. They’d had a rough road to get here, but it seemed like things had finally smoothed out.

Tightening her hold on Ivy, who was, as always, curled up on her lap, Cordelia leaned in to press a kiss to her girl’s neck. And as always, Ivy shivered delicately at the unexpected touch.

With a quiet chuckle for her girl’s responsiveness, Cordelia slid her hand up Ivy’s bare inner thigh. Beneath the cute little floral dress she’d chosen for the impromptu party, Ivy was completely bare at Cordelia’s request.

“Do you think our friends would notice if I made you come right here at the table?” she murmured, deliberately keeping her voice low so only Ivy could hear what she was saying.

Ivy’s breath hitched, and it was all Cordelia could do not to grin at the effect she had on her babygirl. “We could try and see what happens,” Ivy whispered back.

“Naughty, naughty little blossom. I have half a mind to take you down to the pit and show you what happens to dirty little girls like you.”

“Yes, please.”

Now she did grin, brushing her fingers over the sensitive skin of Ivy’s upper thigh. Ivy was a good girl nearly one hundred percent of the time. Nothing upset her more than knowing her Domme was disappointed in her.

Playful punishments, however, worked well for both of them. It fed Cordelia’s stricter side, the part of her that enjoyed watching her girl writhe in agony and beg for mercy. And when she wasn’t actually in trouble, Ivy enjoyed playing the brat, pushing Cordelia to hurt her more and more until she finally broke. Over the years, they’d found their rhythm together, and with all the wedding talk swirling around them, Cordelia found herself wondering if it wasn’t time for her to finally give Ivy the ring she’d had tucked away in a drawer for the last few months.

Laughter erupted around them, pulling Cordelia’s attention away from the adorable little brunette on her lap and her proposal plans.

Whatever the joke was, it had Braden shaking his head, despite the smile tugging at his lips. “You better not let Killian hear you say that.”

“Speaking of.” Ruby frowned, craning her neck to look around them. “Has anyone seen Master O lately? Usually he comes by to say hi at least a couple times a week while I’m working the bar, but I haven’t seen him in weeks.”

“He’s had business to deal with,” Braden said, his expression and voice suddenly flat. “I’m sure we’ll see him around soon.”

“What kind of business?”

Beckett gave her hair a gentle tug. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to, Ruby Red.”

“But—”

“Drop it, Ruby.” Her Daddy’s voice lost that teasing edge. “When it comes to a man like Killian, the less you know, the better.”

“Bossy jerk,” Ruby mumbled, flopping back against her chair, a pout on her lips.

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