Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
"Blaze," I whisper, staring at the ring in the box. It's a platinum infinity knot. Diamonds march across one loop, rubies the other. It's gorgeous. I slip it from the box, tears pooling in my eyes when I see the inscription.
For my baby girl. I love you, daddy.
"It's so beautiful," I say, turning in his arms to face him.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs, tipping his head down to claim my lips in a sweet kiss. "My life is beautiful because you're in it. Five years ago, I dreaded Christmas because I knew I'd be losing you after the holiday. And then you looked up at me with stars in your eyes and told me you were always thinking about sitting on my lap. You changed my whole world that day, Georgia. You taught me what it means to be a daddy, a husband, and a father. Christmas is my favorite time of year now. Because of you."
"Daddy," I sob, flinging my arms around him. My belly gets in the way, but I don't even care when he wraps his arms around me, kissing away my tears.
"I love you, little one."
"I love you," I whisper back.
He slips the ring out of the box and onto the ring finger of my right hand. His cocoa eyes light up as he brings my hand to his mouth, trailing kisses across my knuckles. I can tell by the look in his eye that it's going to be a long night. I know it is when he growls my name and pulls me closer, his touch turning possessive.
I don't mind. Playtime on Christmas is my favorite. Santa is a wicked, wicked man.
And he's all mine.
Bonus Epilogue
Blaze
"On your knees. Ass in the air," I growl at Georgia, pressing gently on her shoulder. "Now, baby girl."
"Daddy," she whines, pouting as if she doesn't want to give me what I want. We both know it's a lie. My baby girl lives for this dick and the things I do to her. "I don't want to play."
"Should have thought about that before you started fucking with me out there." I hook my arm around her waist, pulling her down onto the sofa in my office. She struggles weakly, not even trying to fight me off. I nip the side of her throat, yanking her ass up in the air at the same time. She falls forward over the side of the sofa with a startled cry. I don't let her fall, though. Fuck that. She's mine to protect as much as she's mine to fuck and punish and adore.
"Daddy, I'll be good."
"Liar," I chuckle against the side of her throat. Georgia doesn't know the definition of good. She fucks with me just because she can. Exactly like she did out there, grinding that hot little ass against my dick in front of half the staff at the party, toying with me because she thought she could get away with it. As if I ever let her off easy. As if she wants me to.
I yank her short little skirt up and then rip her panties to the side.
"For someone who acts like they don't want to play with Daddy, you're awful wet, baby girl." I run my knuckle across her dripping slit, teasing her. "I think you do want to play."
"Do not."
"Oh, really?" I release her long enough to undo my pants. "So you don't want Daddy to fuck the attitude out of you?"
"Yes. I mean, no."
I inch forward on the leather sofa, lining my dick up with her dripping cunt. Instead of putting it where she wants it, though. I make her wait for it. I nuzzle her neck, bouncing my dick against her clit. She shivers in my arms, trying like hell not to moan.
"You sure about that, little one? Seems to Daddy like you're practically begging for it."
"No. I mean, yes." She whimpers in frustration. "Daddy."
"Tell me, baby girl."
"No."
I bounce my dick harder, smacking it against her clit. "Tell me," I growl, dragging her ear lobe through my teeth. "Or do you want me to spank your perfect little ass again?"
"N-no."
"Then tell Daddy the truth." I grind my dick against her clit, cup her tits in my palms, kiss all over her neck…use every weapon in my arsenal to get what I want from her. Georgia doesn't break easy, though. After a year, she knows how to make me work for every inch of obedience, for every victory. She's my perfect little princess, my equal in every way. And goddamn, I'm so fucking in love with her it's maddening.
I fall harder every day and find new reasons to love her deeper every moment we spend like this. She's the magic in my life, the thing that gives it meaning. I always thought it was running the company Ma left us. I was wrong. It's her. Her laughter. Her smiles. Her happiness. I'd wage wars to earn all three.