Page 122 of Her Daddies' Everything

“Cherry? You good? Or did I put you into a coma?” Tobias asked, sounding amused.

“I think I liked it better when you barely spoke.”

“I bet you did. Then you didn’t get threatened with a spanking for being naughty.”

Urgh.

Why did those words go straight to her clit?

This was too much. She needed another drink. Or maybe a bucket of ice. Why did him talking to her like this turn her on so much?

Anyone would think that she wanted to be spanked.

That she was naughty.

She was not. Immy was a good girl.

Well. Most of the time. Half of the time. Okay, a third of the time she was a good girl. The rest was debatable.

But she managed to keep that mostly hidden.

She thought.

It wasn’t like anyone seemed to know that sometimes she ate cookies for breakfast, or went a touch over the speed limit, or that she sometimes swam naked in the pool when there was no one else home.

It happened very rarely.

But it was hard to be good all the time.

“You gonna drink your soda?” Tobias asked. “If not, we’re going.”

Wow. He was so uptight. And he’d seemed so relaxed when she’d first met him.

“You know you’re very wound up. Maybe you should get a massage or something. To help you relax.”

“You offering?”

The question caught her by surprise and made her gape at him for a long moment. Was she offering?

Could she do that?

“I can see the answer is no,” he murmured. “But I’m gonna take it as a ‘not yet.’”

Right. Uh-huh.

Yep.

“Oh, there’s my friend, Dev. I didn’t see him walk in.” She waved, trying to get the other man’s attention. But he didn’t turn around. “Let’s go say hi.”

“We can do that on our way out.”

“But I don’t want to leave now.”

“Tough.” Tobias got up and drew out his wallet, putting some bills down on the table.

She got out her wallet and added a few more bills to the pile.

“What is that?”

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