Page 21 of Her Cover Model Daddy
“My butt hurts.”
Drake could not contain his chuckles at Lacy’s theatrics. Sliding a hand under her knees, he stood up and carried her bridal-style into the other room. He was having a hard time thinkingof them as her room and his room. In his mind, they were the photography studio andtheirroom.
Carrying her to the table in the corner where he’d laid out their dinner, her set her in one chair, smirking when she sucked in a sharp breath as her ass settled on the hard seat.
“Ouch, Daddy. That hurts. Can’t I lay on the bed and eat my salad there?”
“No.”
“Just no?”
Drake pulled in a breath as he moved his chair around the circular table so they were side by side. “No, you may not lay on the bed and eat your dinner. Part of a spanking is having to sit on a hot ass afterwards. Now eat your dinner and then we’ll snuggle up on the bed and watch a movie together before bedtime.”
He focused on picking up the first quarter of his sandwich without losing all the fillings to keep Lacy from seeing the smirk he wore as she huffed a sigh.
They ate in silence, but he was pleased to see that she was able to eat all of her so-called salad. She even drank half a bottle of water without prompting. He was just finishing his sandwich when she pushed her plate away.
“Was it good?”
“Uh-huh. I was hungry,” she said softly. “Can I go lay on the bednow?”
“Yes, Lacy-girl. Take your water with you. I want it all gone before bedtime.”
Lacy huffed a sigh but grabbed the bottle. “All right, but if I have to get up and pee six times before morning, it’s all your fault.”
Drake worked hard to hold a serious expression. “All right, sweetheart. I’ll take all the blame if you have to pee six times tonight.”
After bagging up the trash from their meals, he put the bag in the hall and then returned to find Lacy sprawled across the bed flipping through the television channels. She looked so cute and he could not wait to strip her clothes off and claim her body again. But for tonight, the sex-hungry man had to wait while his Daddy side got his tank filled.
Chapter 13
Lacy woke up after the best night’s sleep she’d had in months. Not since the last time she’d been with Drake had she slept so deeply and woken with a smile on her face. A warm hand sliding up and down her back reminded her that once again, she was not alone, but was with her cover model Daddy.
Shifting, she realized something else. Her shirt was gone. Shifting her legs proved that her shorts and panties were missing as well.
She was naked.
How did that happen?
Opening her eyes, she stared across a lightly furred chest. She tilted her head back slightly to look up into a pair of hazel eyes. Eyes were twinkling in the dim light available from the bathroom.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
“Good morning,” he softly rumbled back.
“I’m not wearing any clothes.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Why am I naked? Did we do something that I don’t remember?”
Drake chuckled as his hand stroked up and down her spine once more in a comforting manner. “No, Lacy-girl, we didn’t do anything that you don’t remember. But you did wake up about two o’clock and state that your clothes were too tight and itchy. You climbed out of bed then stripped down. Once you were naked, you crawled back under the covers and immediately fell back to sleep.”
“I did?” Lacy blinked in shock. Then she thought about it for a minute. “Probably because the pajamas were new and I didn’t have a chance to wash the scratchy stuff out of them.”
Snuggling closer to Drake’s warm body, she stroked her way down his chest, not surprised when she ran into a soft waistband. She vaguely remembered him coming out of the bathroom after changing into a pair of boxers before crawling into bed.
“You’re not naked,” she whispered.
