Page 59 of Daddy Enforcer
I duck my head, embarrassed but happy, my heart fluttering as I think of his kisses in the car—and the spankings and other naughty stuff too.
Luke squeals, clapping his hands.
“That’s so cute!” Luke trills. “My Daddy Connor’s like that—grumpy face, big heart.”
Richie nods, his grin wide.
“Cole’s all tough,” Richie whispers. “But he melts when I bat my eyes. He even lets me pick the ice cream flavors sometimes!”
We burst into giggles, swapping stories about our Daddies, and I feel like I’ve found my people, boys who understand what it’s like to have a Daddy who’s both protector and softie.
It’s like a weight lifts off me, the loneliness of my pop star life fading in their laughter.
“Okay, final mission!” I declare, rallying the Little Guard. “We’re getting that ice cream, no matter what the Evil Daddies do!”
We crawl out of our den, sneaking toward the fridge, our giggles echoing in the quiet penthouse.
I’m reaching for the freezer handle, dreaming of chocolate fudge swirl, when heavy footsteps make us freeze…
Max, Cole, and Connor stand in the doorway, arms crossed, mock-stern looks on their faces, though their eyes are twinkling.
“Bedtime, Littles,” Max says, his voice firm but with that playful Daddy edge I love. “You’re all in big trouble if you don’t obey. Triple spanking on the balcony if you keep this up.”
My Daddy’s eyebrow quirks, and I blush so hard my face feels like it’s on fire, my tummy flipping with a mix of nerves and excitement. The idea of a spanking alongside Richie and Max, even as a tease, sparks that naughty Little side of me, but I know he’s half-joking, his eyes warm as they lock on mine.
Luke and Richie groan, but they’re grinning too, and we scamper back to our den, giggling like crazy.
“Fine, Daddies!” I call, sticking out my tongue at Max, who shakes his head, his laugh deep and warm.
We tidy up, stashing the candy jar under a cushion, and Luke leads me to his room to get washed up.
The three of us splash water at each other in the bathroom, giggling like we’re at the best sleepover ever, and I borrow his pajamas—soft, blue ones with little moons that make me feel cozy and safe. It’s so normal, so perfect, and I hold onto it, knowing tomorrow’s going to be heavy with Max’s mission… not that I want to think about it.
Back in the bedroom, I climb into bed next to Max, the city lights filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows across his face.
He’s already there, strong and powerful, his presence solid and warm, just like the perfect Daddy I know he is.
I snuggle close, Felix in my arms, but the fun with Luke and Richie fades as the fear creeps back in, cold and sharp….
Tomorrow, Max is going after Trent and the Varkovs, and the thought of something happening to him twists my heart into knots.
“Daddy,” I whisper, my voice small, barely audible, “I’m so scared. What if something happens to you tomorrow? I can’t lose you, not after everything.”
I don’t need to wait long for a reply.
Max turns to me, his blue eyes steady, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear I didn’t realize I’d shed.
“I won’t let that happen, Little One,” he says, his voice firm but soft, like a promise carved in stone. “I’m coming back to you, I swear it. You’re my everything, Billie.”
Max kisses my forehead, his lips warm and gentle, then moves to my lips, a soft, reassuring kiss that makes my heart ache with how much I love him. I cling to him, trusting his words, feeling his strength anchor me against the fear.
I want Max to be my Daddy forever.
I know I can’t control what happens tomorrow. And I know that it’s not a good idea to burden Max’s mind with all my feelings right now, no matter how strongly I’m feeling them.
There’s so much I want to say, but I’m not going to say it.
But for tonight at least, I’m going to pretend that we’ve got the rest of our lives together, as one, a perfect Daddy and his sassy Little.
