Page 36 of Big Daddy Christmas
“Okay then. Go ahead and call her, and if she absolutely needs you there at seven, then I will happily adjust my plans.”
“Thanks. I’m sorry, I know you think I’m being ridiculous, but I can’t just abandon Lottie on her wedding day.”
A smile curved his lips. “I don’t think you’re being ridiculous, baby. But as I said, you are my top priority, today and every day. No matter what else is going on around us, that never changes. Got it?”
“Yeah. I got it.”
“Good girl. Stand right here and call Lottie while I finish up.”
Pulling her phone from the pocket of her robe, Frankie hit the button to dial Lottie’s number.
“Frankie? Is everything okay? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Lottie-baby. Just calling to check in and see if you’ll be okay if I get there closer to seven-thirty than seven.”
“Oh. Of course. The hair and makeup people won’t be here until eight and the other girls won’t be getting here that early, either. Is everything okay though?”
“It is. Holden made breakfast and apparently just grabbing a muffin on my way out the door isn’t an option.”
“Oooh, did he make his famous blueberry muffins?”
“Yeah.”
“Then bring me one of those when you come and you can get here as late as you want. Okay, well, not too late because we both know it’s only a matter of time before I start to freak out and I’m going to need my matron of honor.”
“No later than seven-thirty, I promise.”
“See you then! And don’t forget my muffin.”
Ending the call, she set the phone on the table and untied the belt on her robe. “You’re lucky Lottie is the understanding sort.”
“Is that so?”
There was an undercurrent of danger in his voice, the kind that had her pausing with her robe half off, her heart slamming against her ribcage. But she’d never been one to back down from a fight, at least where he was concerned, so she jerked her chin up as she let the robe fall to the floor. “It is so.”
“Hmm. As it happens, I am very lucky.” Carrying a plate piled high with eggs, fruit, and the muffins she adored, he set it on the table in front of her empty chair before turning to pull her into his arms. “But it has nothing to do with Lottie.”
His lips, surprisingly soft and gentle, settled over hers. Without even thinking about it, she sank into the kiss with a sigh as her mind emptied of everything that wasn’t him.
By the time he lifted his head again, it felt a bit like she was floating on air, and all she could manage was a sloppy grin. “Mmm. Maybe I’m the lucky one.”
Laughter vibrated in his chest as he brushed another kiss over her lips. “You are indeed very lucky I’m in such a forgiving mood this morning. Feet apart, hands behind your head.”
Not wanting to push her luck any more than she already had, she shifted into position, curiosity welling inside her as she watched him move around the kitchen.
But then he moved out of her line of sight, and she huffed softly at not being able to see him anymore. Then nearly jumped out of her skin when his soft laughter caressed her ear. “Patience, little siren. Daddy has something very special planned for you this morning.”
Moving to stand in front of her again, he kept his eyes locked on hers as he knelt in front of her, a wicked grin stretched across his face. “I told you I had something planned to remind you to eat today. But that’s not the only reason I chose this.”
He pushed something round inside her, but it wasn’t until a long, slender piece of rubber pressed gently against her clit that she realized what he’d done. “I can’t wear a vibrator to my best friend’s wedding!”
“You can, and you will.” Pressing a soft kiss to her stomach, he rose to his feet again, gripping her chin tightly. “Because if you remove this for any other reason than to use the bathroom, you will not be allowed to come again for a week. Am I understood, little girl?”
Oh, shit. He was Very Serious about this. Swallowing hard against the sudden dryness in her throat, she nodded. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Sit.”
When she stepped toward her chair, her pussy automatically clenched around the thing inside her and she had to bite her lip against a moan of pleasure. Hurrying over to the chair with small, scurrying steps, she lowered herself onto the hard wood.
