Page 58 of Daddy's Laws

And when he turned to find her standing just on the threshold, with the ocean behind her and the moonlight on her skin, inspiration struck.

“Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

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Still reelingfrom that doozy of a kiss on the beach, Shannon watched him disappear into the dark hall outside of her room. Lifting a hand to her chest, she pressed her palm against her heart, willing it to slow.

If she’d thought she’d been in love with him before, it was nothing compared to what she felt in that moment. Maybe she was projecting her own feelings, but she would have sworn that kiss had been… different. Deeper, somehow, as if he was trying to tell her something.

Was it possible he felt for her even a fraction of what she felt for him? If so, they were in big trouble. How the hell was she supposed to just pack up and leave at the end of the week, knowing she was turning her back on a man who saw her, reallysawher, and loved her anyway?

Beneath her palm, her heart leapt again when he walked back into the room, a small duffel bag slung over his shoulder and the corner of his mouth curved up in a sly, knowing smile.

“You all right, princess?”

“What? Yes. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Dropping the bag on her bed, he crossed the room and pulled her into him, slowly swaying to some music she couldn’t hear. “You seem a little jumpy.”

“You give yourself too much credit, Monroe.”

As she’d hoped it would, the bratty response earned her a short, hard spanking before he released her and spun her around to face the balcony.

“Mind your manners if you want to be allowed to come at all tonight, princess.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she shot back over her shoulder, deliberately coating the response with enough sugar to make him suspicious.

“Hands on the railing, brat.”

“The railing? Like, outside?”

“Mmhmm. I want to watch you fall apart in the moonlight while you take my cock in your cute little bottom for the very first time.”

The paradox of romance and crass language had her heart doing another of those slow rolls. How was he so damn perfect for her?

Moving out onto the deck, she gripped the railing and waited for his next instruction. A whimper escaped when something soft and silky settled over her eyes.

“Relax, princess. I don’t want you getting distracted. This way you can focus on me and the ocean. Nothing else matters tonight.”

“Yes, Sir.”

It had been so long since she’d trusted anyone enough to let them blindfold her, it was almost like being a newbie all over again. The sound of her heartbeat roaring in her ears drowned out everything else as the world went black. Pulling in a deep breath, she focused on what she could still sense—the rough feel of the wood beneath her hands, the gentleswooshof the waves against the shore, the scent of saltwater and Bryant’s cologne teasing her nose.

Gradually, her heart slowed again, and she focused on the ocean. It was quiet tonight, but she could still hear the steady rush of the waves breaking against the sand. And behind her, she could hear Bryant moving around, although she couldn’t quite pinpoint what he was doing.

And then there was a new sensation—warm air on her skin as the hem of her dress was raised and draped over her hips.

“God, you’re beautiful.” The reverent statement was followed by the brush of his lips across the back of her thigh, and her knees threatened to buckle under the flood of pleasure. “Simply stunning. Take a step back, baby, and bend forward a little for me.”

On trembling legs, she obeyed, shifting back so she was leaning on the railing with her feet spread and all her naughty bits completely on display. But only for him. Anyone passing by on the beach might be able to see her, even see the blindfold, but from the front she was still completely covered.

“I’ve been dying to taste you again, princess. Spread your legs a little wider for Daddy.”

Leaning more against the rail, she widened her stance. His hands, large and rough, gripped her ass cheeks, spreading her apart.

He didn’t settle for simply tasting her. Hedevouredher, skilled fingers and clever tongue touching and teasing all the right places, ratcheting her need for him higher and higher.

But just when she was teetering on that ledge, he stopped, and she let out a low whine of protest.

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