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And I hate not being able to go where I want, when I want. There’s many days when I’d love to just run a few errands, buy a special treat, or even go visit Wade for lunch.
But this damn monitor won’t let me. The only reason I do get to leave is that he can plug into the system that I’m allowed to away from the house.
I guess it’s a perk of sleeping with the man in charge?
It’s been pretty far down the priority list though. I’m grateful I don’t have to be in jail. The idea of asking for more hadn’t even crossed my mind.
Maybe once Max is caught, my sentence can be lightened.
That makes me snort. Who else gets to get laid and entirely spoiled every day while in prison? Eww. I don’t want to think about it.
The click of the front door signals his heavy footsteps. “Hey, baby girl.” His warm palms wrap my waist as I’m chopping up chicken. “How was your day today?” Hot lips flirt along the skin below my ear making me want to melt into his chest.
“Mmm, better now that you’re home, daddy,” I purr, tilting my head against his shoulder. “Any luck tracking down Max?”
I kinda hate to ask in case it ruins the moment. Yet the dread of him being out there is a lingering weight.
With a sigh, he pulls away.
Damn it.
“No. I had a long meeting with the D.A. today though about it.” He moves to the fridge and digs out two beers.
It’s become our ritual in the evenings and I live for it.
He pops the tops, setting mine near my elbow and then leans his butt against the island to take a long drink.
“Do you think that when he’s caught, the district attorney will consider lightening my sentence? I’d love to maybe pick up a part time job to help with groceries.” I’ve never once heard Wade complain about a single dollar.
But it bugs me not being able to contribute when he takes such good care of me.
“Oh,” he nearly chokes. “That reminds me.” He sets down his own bottle, then pulls out his leather wallet and unfolds it.
“I got this for you.” He drops a credit card next to my beer.
I freeze, staring at it. “What is that?”
He shrugs and settles back against the counter. “If we’re gonna be married, we’re partners. I want to take care of you though. If you want a job, I won’t stop you. But I don’t want you to think you have to work to put food on the table.” He bends to lightly spank my ass. “That’s my responsibility to take care of my girls.”
He doesn’t see the smile tugging up my mouth as I focus on finishing cutting the meat in front of me.
“So if I want to buy a new thong, it’s okay?” I bite my lip to keep from laughing.
The heat of his body draws against me, then I feel his fingers stroking from the small of my back down to between my legs. “Baby, you can buy a truck load of them,” he growls, curling to knead my pussy through my leggings. “But if you do, I want a fashion show.”
“Deal,” I pant. “Maybe some purple ones? Pink?”
“Crotchless so I can taste you while I pull them tight?” His teeth nip at my sensitive neck.
“Hi, Dad! I’m ready to go.” Cynthia walks into the kitchen with her riding jeans on.
He glances over while he pulls his hands to a less x-rated location. “Hi, sweetie. Here’s a quick question, did you get your homework done? I got a text from the school saying you were behind on a few assignments.”
Her scowl reminds me of him when he’s cranky. “Did you tell him to say that?”
“Nope.” I toss up two fingers and a smirk her way. “Scout’s honor. I was trying tohelp.”
Wade moves to her and rests his palm on her shoulder, then bends so that he’s eye level. “I know it’s only been a couple of months in a new school. I hope you know that if you’re having a hard time with any of your classes, I’m happy to sit down with you so we can figure it out.” His grip moves to her cheek, tilting her to look at him. “But you have totry. We’ll go to your lessons tonight. Except if I get another note from your teacher, they’re going on hold until you catch up. Got it?”
