Page 15 of Big Daddy Christmas
Cordelia
Not a chance, baby. Go have fun with your friends. And think about how much fun Daddy is going to have when she gets you both home.
Satisfied that would keep both her errant subs on pins and needles until they left, she tucked her phone back into her pocket, pulled Ivy snugly against her, and prepared to wait out the longest hour of her life.
Ivy
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Longest. Party. Ever.
And it didn’t help one bit that her Daddy continued to torment her the entire time with random little touches. Brushing her fingers over Ivy’s breast, stroking her thighs, tracing random patterns over her stomach. All of it was designed to drive her to distraction, to keep her on edge and desperate until they got home.
And it was working.
By the time Cordelia nudged Ivy off her lap so they could say their goodbyes, Ivy was ready to jump out of her skin. As it was, she nearly dragged Cordelia through the house, much to their friends’ amusement when they finally did say their farewells.
“What’s the hurry, blossom?” Planting her feet on the front porch, Cordelia hauled Ivy back to her, wrapping her arms around Ivy’s waist to anchor her in place. “Got somewhere special to be?”
“Yes and you damn well know it.”
One pale brow raising, Cordelia slid her hands down to cup Ivy’s ass and squeeze. “Careful, little girl. There is still plenty of time for you to lose orgasm privileges for good tonight.”
Heat rose to Ivy’s cheeks. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s all right, blossom. I know you’re a bit… frustrated.”
“That’s putting it lightly.”
“Mmm.” Leaning down, Cordelia brushed her lips over Ivy’s, the faintest touch that had Ivy groaning as she pressed herself closer to her woman’s soft curves. “And the next time you want to touch what’s mine? What are you going to do?”
“Ask permission first.”
“That’s my sweet little blossom. I’m glad you’ve learned your lesson, because if I have to repeat it, you will be spending more than just a few hours on edge. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Let’s go get our boy.”
Excitement coursed through her veins as she followed her Daddy down to their car. Thank god Cordelia didn’t spend the ride teasing her, the way she had on the drive to Silver’s house. Still, it seemed like forever before they were pulling into Beckett’s driveway.
The man himself met them at the door, a sloppy grin on his face. “Welcome back, ladies. Your boy is in the living room, waiting not so patiently for your return.”
But instead of heading into the house, Cordelia hung back, Ivy’s hand firmly clasped in hers and it was all Ivy could do not to growl in frustration. “Did he behave himself?”
“Jesus Christ, Dee, we’re not picking our kid up from preschool!”
Both of Beckett’s brows winged upward. “What happened to our sweet little Ivy?”
“She’s feeling a bit… on edge tonight.”
A knowing glint lit Beckett’s eyes. “Ahh. Understandable. Well, Jacob was, as always, a perfect gentleman. Unfortunately. We’ll break him of that someday.”
“Don’t you dare, Beckett Stone. I’m the only one allowed to corrupt my boy.”
Tossing his head back, Beckett let out a long, loud laugh. “Fair enough. Jacob! Your women are here!”
An almost comically short time later, Jacob came striding out of the living room, his long legs eating up the distance between them. He made a beeline straight for Ivy, hauling her up in a tight hug and swinging her around. Happiness burst out of her in a stream of giggles as she wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed. “Miss us, baby?”
