Page 15 of Garden Daddy

“Let’s get you cleaned up, babygirl,” he murmured, brushing his lips over hers again for one last kiss.Eden sighed, focusing on the now and pushing thoughts of the future away as best she could.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Her body hummed with satisfaction, her bottom a little sore from the spanking, her pussy sore in a good way from the fucking.And her eyes were a little sore from the crying, although it felt like most of the aftereffects of her emotional breakdown had been wiped away by the hot sex.At least in a kink club, when they left the private room, no one would think that evidence of tears was unusual.

Well, Rita and Bree might, but they wouldn’t bother her about it.

“So, now what?”she asked as Marcus helped her put her dress back on.

“That’s up to you,” he replied, slipping the straps back over her shoulders, caressing her skin with his fingers.Not like he was trying to turn her on, but like he couldn’t stop touching her now that he’d started.“I’d like to take you out on a date.”

“I’ve got nothing going on tomorrow.”Although she hadn’t really meant it to, the words came out sounding like a challenge.Spontaneity had never been Marcus’ strong suit, and during their marriage, it had been nearly impossible due to his work schedule.

Which wasn’t fair now since he owned his own business, and he really did have to work.

“Great.I’ll bring you breakfast before I have to go to work.”

He kissed the top of her head, amusement threaded through his voice as if he’d known what she was doing.The itch to get out of there to get some space and put up some shields again was growing stronger.As if he sensed it, Marcus wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“Come on, let’s get back to our friends.”

As much as Eden wanted to pretend like everything was normal and nothing major had happened, it was kind of hard to do with his cum slowly dripping down her thigh… but she was going to try her best.

9

Marcus

Showingup at Eden’s door in the morning was a little nerve wracking.Things had been weird last night when they’d rejoined their friends.Well, when they’d rejoined Bree and Owen, who had waited for them.Rita and Andres had ended up finding an empty spanking bench to claim.

Bree had been concerned, Owen had been concerned because Bree was concerned, and Eden had put back up all the walls Marcus had broken down during their scene.He’d stepped back a bit to give her space, unsure if he was doing the right thing, but since they’d done a one-eighty from a bet about her feelings to her giving him a second chance, he’d decided not to push.

He was still questioning whether that had been the right decision.

She’d texted him this morning that Rita and Bree would be joining them for breakfast and to bring enough for everyone, as well as giving him coffee orders.Was it another test?Absolutely.Was Marcus determined to pass with flying colors?Yup.

Was he going to punish her for testing him later?

Undecided.

He understood why she was doing it and understood why she’d invited Rita and Bree on their ‘date.’Which he no longer considered a date since they had chaperones.

He’d gotten under her skin last night, even more than she’d expected, and now she was trying to walk back some of the progress they’d made, which was fine.Marcus still had a toehold, and he was going to make the most of it.

Besides, the way to a woman’s heart was often found through her friends.If the friends approved, his job would be a million times easier.He needed to win them over anyway since they were going to be part of his life for years to come.Whether or not things worked out with him and Eden, he wasn’t going to be giving up his friendships.

That was why his anxiety spiked a little when he heard voices and laughter behind Eden’s door.They were all there.Straightening up, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, quelling his racing heartbeat and slowing his breathing.Anything to do with Eden felt high stress, and he did his best to avoid that.

Once he felt calmer, he knocked on the door.

All the voices within fell silent.A moment later, Eden called out in a sing-song voice.

“Who is it?”

“Daddy.”

The door jerked open, and her face was bright red.Marcus grinned and pushed the tray full of coffee drinks at her.

“Good morning, babygirl.”

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