Page 23 of Guiding Little Gabi

Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him. She had intended to kiss his cheek, but her sneaky Daddy turned his head and intercepted her kiss.

The instant her lips met his, she knew. She would never survive him pulling away again. She loved him. His being her Daddy would be amazing, but even if he didn’t want that, she loved him. She wanted forever and more with him.

He let her kiss him gently, sweetly. And then he took control. A sound, neither a hum nor a growl, rumbled deep in his throat. His firm lips took hers, zinging electric currents to her nipples and clit. It was overwhelming. All-consuming. Almost too much.

Almost.

Until he turned her body toward his hard chest. It felt like sparks shot from her nipples to her sex, lighting every erogenous zone in her body on fire. Never had a kiss affected her like this.

One sensation after another pulsed through her as he took the kiss deeper. She could taste his need through every push and retreat of his tongue, demanding she give him everything.

And, god, she wanted to give him everything. Her hunger was a living thing, gripping her and refusing to let go.

Before she was ready, he gentled the kiss, nipping and sucking on her bottom lip. She could imagine how those same efforts would feel if it were her nipple captured by his lips and teeth instead.

If she’d been standing, her knees would have buckled.

As it was, perched on his lap, his rigid cock pressed to her thigh reminded her she could play, too. As his fingers played at her breasts, her hand slid to her thigh. She ran her thumb along the length of his cock. He groaned into her mouth as his hips rocked against her thumb to increase the pressure.

Her nipples ached. Her mind was on fire. She wanted so much more. Hands trembling, she reached for his belt.

His hand clamped down on hers like a vice. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t break free, although she elicited another groan.

“Slow down, little girl,” Raleigh scolded. “Your friends will be here shortly. I’m not making love to you for the first time in six months on a couch, interrupted by your friends.”

Now it was her turn to groan. It was unfair that hers came out sounding like a whine. “But, Daddy. What happened to always finish what you start?”

“Oh, babygirl. I have every intention of finishing this. Just not right now. And you have a punishment coming.”

Wait. What?

“A punishment? Why?”

He looked down at her, face now stern. “When you were upset, what did you call yourself?”

Whoa! Your Daddy doesn’t miss a thing, does he?

Gabi’s growl might have Beetlebrenda shutting her trap, but it also had her Daddy’s eyebrow quirking. She did a bit of chuffing combined with a couple of other strangled noises as if needing to clear her throat. If she was going down, she was going down fighting. “Sorry, um, what was the question?”

“Gabrielle—”

“Oh, wait, I remember. I mean, I remember the question, but I don’t remember what I said?” Dang it, she hadn’t meant for that to come out more like a question than a statement.

“Do you really think now is a good time to test me, little girl? Your friends can walk in on you getting your bottom smacked just as easily as they can walk in on us making love. Would you like to rethink your answer?”

Rats! She could tell by the gleam in his fiendish Daddy eyes he wasn’t bluffing. “I said I was stupid.”

“And is it ever acceptable for you to call yourself a mean name?”

“Well, if it is, I spent a heck of a lot of time standing in the corner of your office for no reason.”

“Wrong answer,” he said. Flipping her over, he landed four hard swats on her bottom before pausing. “Is it ever acceptable for you to call yourself stupid?” he repeated.

“Oh. Ouch. Ow. Ouch!” Good grief! His hand was as hard as a paddle. “I’m sorry, Daddy. If you turn my bottom red, all the girls will see!”

“Then answer my question, teacup.”

“No, Daddy. It’s never acceptable to call myself mean names.”

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