Page 262 of Santa Daddies
Fuck. He wished he could see her in the shower. Naked. Sexy. A groan escaped him and he had to reach under the covers to squeeze his hard cock.
Now was not the time to get aroused.
He knew he probably shouldn’t have threatened to spank her earlier. They weren’t in a relationship. And just because he was determined she would be his didn’t mean she was there yet.
He was supposed to be giving her time. Pushing her at this stage could alienate her.
It was just unfortunate that he was such a pushy bastard.
The bathroom door opened and he quickly slid his hand away from his dick. No way did he want her walking in on him touching himself.
But as she walked out in his shirt, he could feel his dick hardening again.
She stilled and he caught sight of her face. Suddenly, he wasn’t feeling turned on at all.
Nope, all he felt was concern.
Her eyes were even more red and swollen.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were in bed. I should have been quicker. I’ll, um, I’ll . . .” She looked around as though searching for what she was meant to do.
“Baby, come here.”
She shook her head. “I should let you sleep.” She wrapped her arms around herself.
“I will sleep. As soon as you’re asleep. And to make sure you’re sleeping, I need you next to me.”
“In . . . in your bed?” she asked.
“Yep.”
“Are you sure? I can sleep in my bed.”
“You can,” he said reluctantly. He’d let her sleep in the other room if that’s really what she wanted. “But I would rather you slept in here. I’m not going to sleep well if you’re in another room.”
“Why not?” she asked with wide eyes.
“Because I’ll be worried about you.”
“But I’ve been sleeping in a different house,” she told him as if he didn’t know.
“And I’ve barely slept for worrying over you.”
“Oh no.” She took a step toward him. “I’m so sorry.”
“Alice,” he growled at her.
“Sorry, I mean, not sorry . . . urgh!” She stomped her foot and he found himself smiling. “It’s so hard to remember not to do that.”
“Hmm, do I need to give you some incentives?”
“Like what?” she asked suspiciously.
“Well, incentive might be the wrong word. Maybe deterrent?”
“Are you saying that you’re going to spank me every time I say sorry when I shouldn’t?”
“Now, that’s an idea.” He tapped his chin as though he was thinking about it. “I was going to say that I’d make you write fifty lines each time. Saying: I will not say I am sorry when I do not need to.”
