Page 93 of Off-Limits Daddy
“Mhm. And now you’re here to take me home?”
“Not quite.” His hand came up, thumb brushing behind my ear in that easy way that always made me want to lean into him. “Need to show you something at the station.”
“Daddy—”
“Trust me, boy.”
God, that voice.
I narrowed my eyes, but the corner of my mouth betrayed me. “You know I hate surprises.”
“No you don’t.”
“Fine,” I muttered, stepping closer. “But if this is some elaborate excuse to get me to taste-test more of Boone’s chili?—”
He dipped down, pressed a kiss to my cheek like he couldn't help himself.
“Would I do you like that?”
“Yes.”
His laugh rumbled deep in his chest. “Still coming?”
Like I’d say no.
Daddy turned off the main road and pulled into the side entrance beside the firehouse. Instead of heading to the back lot, he stopped just before the turn, engine idling for a second like he was thinking something over.
Then he put the truck in park, fingers lingering on the gearstick before shutting off the engine.
“Wait here,” he said, slipping out of the cab.
Confused, I watched him round the hood and open my door. I caught a glint in his eyes right away.
“You’re up to something,” I said, narrowing mine.
“Yeah,” he murmured, voice warm and low. “And I need you to trust me for three minutes.”
He held something behind his back.
I squinted. “Seriously? Are we doing the kinky version of surprise right now?”
A laugh rumbled in his chest. “Hush, boy. Out.”
“You’re lucky I like bossy,” I muttered, but slid out anyway.
As soon as my feet hit the ground, his hand landed at my waist. Gentle. Anchoring. Familiar in a way that made my insides flutter. He pressed a kiss to my temple before tugging a soft blindfold from behind his back and holding it up between us.
“Trust me?” he asked, quiet now.
I let out a dramatic sigh but tipped my chin. “Always.”
The blindfold brushed over my eyes, soft and velvety, before Daddy knotted it gently behind my head. His hand slid to the small of my back. The other found mine and curled around it.
“Almost there,” he murmured, steering me forward. “Breathe, baby.”
Somewhere ahead, I caught Boone’s low chuckle. Then the quiet sound of someone shifting—maybe gravel under boots, maybe just nerves. A whisper passed between two voices. Icouldn’t make out the words, but I knew those tones. Firehouse crew. Watching. Waiting.
“You throwing me a surprise party?” I whispered.
