Daddy’s Soul – Crime Boss Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Crime, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
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She shook her head. “Nothing is open at this time of night.”

“Something is always open.” And if it wasn’t . . . well, it would open for him.

“It wouldn’t smell like Colin.”

“Slightly worrying that he smells.”

“Hey!” She smacked her hand against his chest while he grinned down at her. “I’ll be all right, Daddy. Although I might . . . ”

“You might what?” he asked.

“Cuddle you instead. So if you don’t want that, perhaps I could go and sleep in another bedroom or on the sofa⁠—”

“You will not.” He scowled down at her. “You’ll sleep here where you belong. And you will not leave this bed without my permission.”

Fire filled her gaze. “You can’t order me not to leave the bed.”

“Of course I can.” Satisfaction flooded him. “I just did.”

“Reuben, be reasonable.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Now why would I want to be that?”

Urgh.

He was impossible sometimes.

“What if I have to pee in the night?” she asked.

“Do you often get up to pee?”

“Well, no. But sometimes I do. What then? Do you expect me to hang on until morning?”

“No, baby. I expect you to wake me up.”

“I can’t wake you up to tell you that I have to pee.”

“Sure, you can. Besides, I’m unlikely to actually be asleep. I only need a few hours a night, remember?” He yawned. “Although someone has tired me out, so I might get a few more hours tonight.”

He sounded like he needed a full night’s sleep to her. Then she remembered how he said that he hadn’t been sleeping at all lately, so Faith lightly pushed him onto his back.

“Go to sleep, Daddy. I’ll be all right.”

“You’ll wake me, Faith.”

So bossy.

“Yes, fine, I’ll wake you.”

He drew her into his side, holding her against him. He was nice to cuddle against. Although very different from Colin, who had that squish factor. Reuben was hard. And hot.

And then she remembered problem number two. Perhaps she could solve that one on her own, though. What would he think about her sucking her thumb, though?

He saw you do it the other night.

Yeah, but last time she hadn’t been sleeping next to him after he’d spanked her, then fucked her.

“I can hear you thinking,” he grumbled. “I’ll go get Colin.”

He tried to get out of bed, but she threw herself on top of him.

“No! It’s not that. It’s not Colin.”

“Are you sure?” He lay on his back and drew her up so she was above him, looking down.

“I’m sure. I just . . . I use a pacifier at night. I got it because I was clenching my jaw and then I got, well, used to sleeping with it. But I have a solution! I just don’t think it’s very sexy to sleep next to someone who is sucking on their thumb. Then again, Colin isn’t really sexy. Don’t tell him that, though.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” he told her dryly. “Also, I don’t give a shit if it’s sexy or not. If you need to suck your thumb, then that’s what you’ll do.”

He moved her so she was back on her side, curled into him as he remained on his back. “Suck your thumb, Little one. Daddy is here, watching over you.”

Slipping her thumb into her mouth, she sighed happily and fell asleep.

35

“Iwant you to move in here.”

Faith had just taken a sip of coffee, which she spat out at his words.

“Was that too hot? Shit. I should have tested it first.” Reuben jumped up and poured her a glass of water, holding it to her lips.

“Take small sips, Little Blossom.”

She gaped up at him.

“Small sips.”

She sipped the water, knowing he wouldn’t stop insisting until she did. Then she drew back.

He took the cup of coffee and placed it away from her. “No more coffee for you.” Grabbing a napkin, he wiped her face, then the table.

Yikes.

That was embarrassing.

He’d put together the most amazing breakfast. The small breakfast table next to his state-of-the-art kitchen had a white tablecloth on it.

Because, of course it did. Although now that she’d spat coffee everywhere, it was no longer pristine white. Darn it. Those stains were going to be hard to get out.

When she’d gotten up this morning, the place had smelled like pastries and coffee. Walking into the kitchen, she’d been amazed as she’d taken in the plates filled with croissants and Danishes. The bowls of fruit salad and thick, creamy yogurt.

Three types of juice.

Three!

And coffee. Sweet, sweet coffee. Which was now staining the tablecloth.

Yeah, it was probably for the best that he was setting it away from her. She couldn’t be trusted with it.

“Corn and camellias,” she murmured to cheer herself up. At least she hadn’t spilled the coffee down his T-shirt that she was still wearing.

“It’s all right,” he soothed. “No need to swear.”

“I wasn’t swearing.” She gave him a surprised look.


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