“And somewhere that doesn’t allow paddles or canes or hairbrushes.”
“Not a chance. I have a feeling you’ll be in need of all of the above, and more, on a regular basis,” he teased, cupping her bottom with his hands and squeezing.
“What if I promise to be a good girl the entire time so you don’t need to spank me?”
“Well, what would be the fun in that?”
Her pout was mostly for form. For years she’d fantasized of a life with the ruthless but fair Emilio Rinaldi. Of standing by his side, making love with him, bearing his children. None of those fantasies had prepared her for the reality of having him as her husband and lover.
Her daddy.
No, her fantasies and reality couldn’t have been more different from each other. Reality, as it had turned out, was so much better than anything she could have imagined.
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