Page 10 of Big Daddy Christmas
“Don’t keep Daddy waiting,” Cordelia murmured in her ear as she tugged Ivy’s dress back into place.
Cheeks burning with a mixture of arousal and the lingering embarrassment of what they’d done beneath the covers, Ivy slipped off Cordelia’s lap and followed Frankie inside. While Frankie made a beeline for the kitchen, Ivy detoured off toward the bathroom.
Leaning back against the closed door, she dragged in her first easy breath in what felt like hours. The ache between her thighs remained, but at least now it had ebbed to something a bit more bearable.
When her system had settled, she reached into the pocket of her dress—just one more reason this was one of her favorite dresses—and pulled out her phone to see if Jacob had texted them. He hadn’t, which she tried to remind herself meant he was enjoying his time with his own friends. But god, she missed him when they split off like this.
She’d already been in the bathroom more than long enough, but she wasn’t quite ready to return to the group. Especially knowing that Cordelia was likely to start tormenting her the second she crawled back under that blanket. It really was too bad she didn’t have a way to get back at Cordelia for teasing her.
But as soon as that thought popped into her head, another came on its heels. Maybe there was a way to not only get back at her Daddy for being so mean, but also keep their baby boy’s mind on her while he was with his friends…
Chapter 5
Cordelia
What on earth was taking her babygirl so long? Frankie had already returned from the kitchen with her own glass of wine and a plate of food. That had been nearly ten minutes ago and Ivy still hadn’t returned.
Just as she was about to get up and track her girl down, her phone buzzed. Pulling it from her pocket, she checked the display, fully expecting to see a message from Jacob as he usually checked in at least a few times when he was out with the guys.
But it wasn’t from Jacob. It was a text from Ivy, sent to the group chat they had with their boy. An image of some kind.
Curious now, Cordelia swiped open the text.
And nearly choked on her own tongue.
There was her girl, stripped down to nothing but the dark-green-and-black bra she’d put on beneath her dress that evening. Ivy had a fondness for matching sets, and for coordinating her lingerie with her outfits. It was a fondness Cordelia thoroughly approved of.
In the first picture, Ivy was simply smiling up at the camera, angling her phone down so Cordelia could easily see the gentle swell of her breasts, the flat slope of her stomach. The second was a bit more provocative, a mirror picture that showed every inch of her girl’s creamy skin.
But the third… the third had need coiling low in Cordelia’s belly. Ivy was perched on the edge of the vanity, her legs spread and her fingers glistening with her own arousal as she stroked her bare pussy.
“Excuse me a moment.”
Without giving any more of an explanation, Cordelia rose from her chair and stalked toward the glass door that led into the house. Just as she reached for the handle, Ivy appeared on the other side, a smug smile stretched across her face.
That smile faded as their gazes clashed through the glass separating them. And before Cordelia could yank open the door, Ivy let out a squeak of surprise and flipped the latch, locking Cordelia out.
Oh you are so going to pay for that, babygirl.
“Silver, do you have a key for this door?”
Behind her, the chatter and giggling fell silent. “Ah… I do, but I left my keys inside. Is it locked?”
“It is.” Keeping her gaze locked on Ivy’s wide, worried eyes, Cordelia pitched her voice up so she could be heard through the glass. “Unlock the door, Ivy Mae.”
“Uh-oh,” Lottie sing-songed with a drunken giggle. “Better do it, Ivy. She sounds pissed.”
On the other side of the glass, Ivy danced from foot to foot, clearly at a crossroads. “Are you really mad?”
“I am certainly getting there, little girl. And if you don’t open this door right now our friends will have a front row seat to you getting your naughty bottom spanked bright red. One.”
With another of those shocked little squeaks, Ivy again reached for the lock on the door to flip it open. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me.”
Stepping through the door, Cordelia watched as her babygirl took a stumbling step backward in retreat. A deliciously dark thrill raced through her veins at the fear flickering in Ivy’s brown eyes. “Naughtiness. Apparently that’s what got into you.”
Ivy’s gaze shifted to the group on the back deck, red flooding her cheeks as she returned her focus to Cordelia. “I’m sorry. Please don’t spank me!”
“Oh, babygirl. I’m not going to spank you.”
