Daddy in Cowboy Boots (Montana Daddies #9) - Laylah Roberts Page 0,97

he made sure she drank plenty of water. She wondered what it would be like to curl up on his lap while he gave her a bottle. Maybe she’d find out in a few days. The idea made her feel warm inside.

“Shall I go get dressed?” she asked.

“You can stay in what you have on. We’re not going anywhere.”

When she was finished eating, he kissed the top of her head.

“Right, teeny. You can go to your reading fort. I put your eReader in there already. If you need anything, then call out for me, okay?”

She climbed off his lap.

“Okay, Daddy. Work hard.” She waggled a finger at him, giving him a stern look. “No slacking off.”

He whacked her ass as she darted away too slowly. She giggled then grabbed Princess Nana and her snuggly off the desk before settling into her reading fort.

It was about an hour before he started to notice her squirming. He eyed her water bottle. Not much had gone down. She was lying on her front, facing away from him. Every so often, she’d go to tug the T-shirt down, but it kept riding up giving him a glimpse of that pert ass.

“Do you need to go potty, baby?” he asked casually.

“No!” she replied.

“Then why are you squirming around so much?”

“No reason,” she said in a suspiciously tight voice.

He put down the invoice he was reading and looked over at her. Was she in pain? Discomfort?

Aroused?

“Is my baby turned on?” he asked huskily.

“Oh God.”

“You know you don’t get to come without my permission, don’t you?”

Another groan. He felt safe grinning since she was facing away from him.

“Is Caley’s book turning you on? Maybe you should read it out loud.”

“No!”

Oh, that just made him more curious.

“Answer me, Mari-girl. Are you aroused?”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Well, I guess I’m just going to have to come over there and find out for myself.”

She whirled onto her back, her legs coming together. “No, you don’t!”

“Oh, I think I do. You’re squirming around so much it’s distracting me. Are you in pain?”

Her eyes darted around, looking everywhere but at him. “No.”

“Are you bored?”

“Nooo,” she groaned.

“Then what else could it be?”

“Okay, I’m turned on.”

“Then why didn’t you ask me to help you? I told you if you needed something you were to ask.”

“I can’t ask for that!” she told him.

“Sure you can. If my baby needs to come then I want to know and like I told you, I’m a very indulgent Daddy. Which is very lucky for you because it means I likely won’t deny you an orgasm unless you’ve been naughty.”

He walked over and knelt at her feet. “Part your legs, I want to see how wet this pussy is.”

She moaned and he thought she might put up a protest, which would have been futile, but she surprised him by parting those gorgeous thighs and showing him how wet she was between her legs. Leaning in, he licked at the crease of her thighs, tasting her sweetness. He took his time, lapping her mound without going anywhere near her slit.

“Daddy, please.”

“I want you to read to me while I’m eating you out.”

“I can’t!”

“I want you to try. You’re going to read to me until I say you can come, then you can put it down. But if you stop before I give permission, then I’ll stop and go back to my paperwork, leaving you unsatisfied.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.”

“But you said you would give me whatever I needed, I just had to ask.”

“But you didn’t ask, did you? You made Daddy guess. If you’d asked me if you could come straight from the get-go then you’d already have come and Daddy would be cleaning you up.”

“Damn it,” she muttered.

“Read,” he commanded.

“Dear Lord, can’t believe I’m doing this.”

He licked up along her thigh.

“Okay. Okay. Here goes.” She cleared her throat.

“Lean over the hay bale,” Jonty ordered.

Mars had already put a blanket over the hay. Always thoughtful.

Tase had brought the plug and lube. Yeah, that wasn’t so thoughtful.

Jonty was the undisputed leader of their little family. Firm but fair. He always got the final say.

Tase was the disciplinarian. Quieter than the other two and more serious. She couldn’t get away with much if Tase was around.

Mars was the sweetheart. The indulgent one. She had him wrapped around her little finger.

Although right now, he wasn’t looking all that indulgent. His face was stern. His arms were crossed over his chest. She gave him a pleading look. Surely, he’d argue on her behalf. He’d done it before when