Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
"Sinclair," I gasp.
"Yeah, I said it," he growls into my mouth. "And I fucking meant it. I love you."
"I'm going to be so sad if this is a dream," I whisper.
His hand slides into my hair, gently pulling the strands as he slips his tongue inside my mouth. I melt against him like snow in the heat, turning to a puddle of quivering need on his lap. His tongue curls around mine, coaxing it into a carnal, intimate dance.
I squirm on top of him, my entire body aching worse than it did before I had my hand in my panties. I need him, desperately.
"Daddy," I moan. "Please, daddy."
"It's not a dream, baby girl," he growls. "Your daddy is fucking crazy about you." He kisses a trail to my ear before nipping the lobe. "But you already knew that, didn't you? It's why you made sure he saw your letter to Santa."
"I…I…"
"Don't lie, princess."
"Yes," I whisper, admitting the truth to him…and to myself. I could have gone to the post office first, but I didn't. I went to his house with my letter in hand, hoping I'd be brave enough to slip it into the paperwork. That's why it was mixed in with the stack in the first place. I wanted him to read it. I wanted him to do something about it. And then things got all messed up, and I ended up giving it to him by accident instead of on purpose. That part wasn't supposed to happen.
But I've never been very good left to my own devices. I live in my own world, with my own rules. Sinclair is the only one who has ever understood that. He's the only one who has ever understood me. He growls at me and brings order to the chaos. He makes me want to behave.
I couldn't believe that he didn't feel anything for me. I just couldn't.
"That's what I thought," he says, a satisfied gleam in his eyes as he pulls back to look at me. "You've been driving daddy crazy on purpose all this time."
"No, I…"
His eyes heat like metal at a forge. "Out of the car, princess. Now."
"W-why?" I whisper.
"We're going to look at our new house." He unlatches his seatbelt. "And then daddy's going to unwrap his Christmas present."
"I didn't bring it with me."
A wicked smile lights him up from the inside. "You are my present, baby girl," he growls. "And daddy can't wait to unwrap you."
Chapter Six
Sinclair
"Careful, baby girl," I murmur to Lyric, tucking her up against my side before we enter the house. "We're still doing some work in here, so there may be loose screws and nails in some of the rooms."
"Okay," she says, practically quivering in excitement. She's fucking adorable when she's happy. And I've never seen her this happy before, like every Christmas wish she's ever had is coming true.
"Wait." I scoop her into my arms, carrying her over the threshold before she can take a step.
She beams at me, her jade eyes shining.
Shit. There's something satisfying as hell about carrying her inside for the first time. There's something satisfying about carrying her, period.
"Daddy." Her mouth drops open, her gaze darting around the foyer and living room. Massive wooden beams crisscross the ceiling, with a crystal chandelier hanging directly overhead. The fireplace stretches across the east wall. The all-glass back wall looks out over the mountains. When it's clear, the snowy cap of Mt. Rainer juts from between the trees. "I thought you said it wasn't finished."
"It's not." I slide her down my body, her soft curves skimming every inch of me before she lands on her feet. "We're still finishing up the basement and a few details."
"It has a basement? What's in it?"
"Nothing yet, but it will be a gym."
Her nose wrinkles in disgust, making me smile. Lyric hates exercising. The last time she went to the gym with me and Lachlan, she lasted ten minutes on the treadmill before she was tired, bored, and ready to leave.
"There's also a reading nook for you, baby girl."
"Really?" she breathes.
"Mmhmm."
She squeaks, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. I groan, dragging her right up against me. Fuck, now that I've touched her, I can't stop. I want my goddamn hands on her every minute of the day.
This is why I'm letting her brother buy me out. I'll never get another thing done now that she's mine. I've barely gotten anything done for the last year. She's my job now, my world.
I don't need the money. I've got millions sitting in the bank, more than we'll ever need. More than our kids or their kids will need. I plan to spend the rest of my life spoiling this little princess.
Starting now.
"Come on." I slip my hand in hers, leading her up the stairs. Most of the house is still unfurnished, but not our bedroom…and not our playroom.