Page 209 of Rogue Daddy (Montana Daddies 12)

When he was done, he had to force himself to roll off her onto his good side. He couldn’t move. He drew her into his arms and kissed her forehead.

“Damn, baby. You were amazing. I have never felt anything like that before. My beautiful, precious girl.”

“You weren’t too bad yourself, Daddy.”

She squealed as he started tickling her. Brat.

* * *

After a shower,Keira lay sleepily in bed, waiting for Zander to join her.

When he came to the bed, he held something in his hands. It looked like a red jewelry box. One that might hold a necklace. She sat up as he held it out to her.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“A gift. For you. I hope you like it.”

She took it, then opened the lid. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had given her a gift. When she opened it, she gasped.

Inside was the most beautiful necklace she’d ever seen. The necklace itself was gold and would sit tight against the base of her neck. Then there was a large pendant. An emerald with diamonds nestled at the top of the pendant, where it was attached to the necklace.

“Zander, is this real?”

“Of course.”

“But I . . . I . . . it’s for me?”

“I want you to wear it. Always. It’s partly how I intend to claim. Read the back of the pendant.”

She turned it over.

For my Little Thief. Forever my baby girl.

Tears dripped down her face. “Oh, Zander.”

“It was meant to make you smile.”

“It . . . these are happy tears.”

He sighed. “Happy tears. Bane of my existence.”

She grinned. “Put it on me?” Turning, she held up her hair, and he settled it on her neck. Once it was on, she raced into the bathroom to look at it in the mirror. Just as she’d thought, it sat close around her neck like a choker, the pendant settling down so the base of it was just about between her breasts.

Zander appeared behind her. “Promise me that you won’t take it off.”

“I won’t,” she promised. Then a suspicion grew. “Is there a tracker in this?”

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?”

“I think yes. I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to give me one.”

“There’re trackers in all your stuff,” he confessed. “Every pair of shoes, your wallet, backpack. I nearly put one in Squeaks.”

“Daddy!” she cried. “You wouldn’t violate Squeaks!”

“I would have been very gentle.”

The thing is, it was hard to be mad at him when he’d given her something so beautiful. And the pimplebutt likely knew that.

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