Page 72 of Big Daddy Christmas
“Wait.” Eyes wide, Aria sat up even straighter. “Uncle Desmond is… you know? But he's such a goody two-shoes.”
Titania’s lips kicked up in a smirk. “Not all the time.”
Swinging around, Aria jabbed a finger at Emily. “What about you? Is Uncle Damian in on this, too?”
Red flooded Emily’s cheeks. “Um… I’m not sure he’d appreciate me answering that.”
“That’s a yes. Oh my god. My whole family is freaky and nobody ever told me?”
“It, ah, didn’t really seem appropriate.” Emily’s voice rose to a squeak.
Before Aria could argue, the door swung open and Lottie breezed back through, a wide grin stretched across her face that had the hairs on the back of Ruby’s neck standing up.
Seriously, what were they up to over there?
Chapter 8
Ruby
Beckett
As soon as you’re done with your hair, come across the hall. I already cleared the timing with Lottie and Frankie.
Swallowing hard and praying her face didn’t look as red as it felt, she tapped out a response.
Ruby
Uh, maybe we should wait until after the ceremony. You know, pictures and stuff. Don’t wanna hold anyone up.
Beckett
Ruby.
God, she hated it when he just responded with her name. It always made her feel like a naughty little girl being scolded. Which she imagined was exactly why he did it.
Ruby
Yes, Daddy. I’ll be over in a few minutes.
Beckett
Good girl. I love you.
Ruby
Love you, too. I’m really sorry about this morning.
Beckett
I know, baby. We’ll talk about it when you come over here.
The only thing worse than a punishment was waiting for one, as far as she was concerned. For the rest of her time in the stylist’s chair, her stomach insisted on twisting and untwisting itself in and out of complex knots as her brain ran through a list of potential scenarios.
A spanking seemed most likely. Beckett loved to spank, especially when she was naughty. But he wasn’t above using one of the many toys in her arsenal to edge her the rest of the day, either.
Ugh. She might actually murder him if he tried that. Walking down the aisle with a sore ass was one thing. Walking down the aisle with a vibrator in her pussy while she tried to pretend like nothing was wrong… well, she couldn’t imagine anything much worse than that.
Luckily—or unluckily, depending on how she was feeling from one second to the next—she was only in the chair for another fifteen minutes after his text.
