His hand itched with the thought of it. He almost wanted to dare her. But Hudson treated her like a china doll so who knew how long it would be before he would actually get to have Coco bottoms up over his knee for some discipline.
Besides, as her papa, he should be encouraging her to make good choices. Either way he’d be satisfied—good behavior from his precious little girl was good. Getting to spank her backside would also be good. Winning all around, really.
He cocked an expectant eyebrow and—surprising him, to be honest—she pinched her mouth shut again, scrunched up her face, and shook her head. His dick hardened in response.Bring it on, babygirl.
Ian didn’t hesitate to pinch her nose shut and when she gasped in surprise, stuffed the spoon between her lips again. Her honey-gold eyes rounded with indignation. Was she going to spit it out? He’d kinda like to see that, actually. But she swallowed and then clamped her mouth shut again.
They did battle for the rest of the jar. Maybe it made him kind of an asshole or fucked in the head, but god that made Ian’s blood run hot, made some circuits in his brain sizzle.
It hadn’t taken him long to fall for Coco—not instantly like Huds had, but Ian had known he loved her after only a week of her living with them. And this? Such a seemingly trivial act cemented the idea in his mind that they needed to keep her. She was going to be theirs forever. Now it was just a matter of convincing Ryker which would require a quick wit, subtle psychological manipulation, and the stubbornness of a donkey made out of rock. Good thing Ian was chockfull of all three.
“Well little girl, you didn’t win the battle and you’re definitely not going to win the war but your bad behavior has earned you some form of punishment. I’m going to get these peaches into you and then call your daddy in here so we can decide exactly what those consequences will be.”