“It’s not the breakfast. It’s about what the breakfast meant.”
As usual, he was torn between wanting to kiss her and shake her. “Baby, I don’t know what that means. Was this a special breakfast?”
“It was supposed to be!”
Racking his mind, he frantically searched for some special event he’d obviously forgotten. “Okay. Well, why don’t you go get a shower and I’ll take you somewhere nice to celebrate.”
“Celebrate?” Her eyebrows knitted together in obvious confusion. “What are we celebrating?”
Fuck if I know! “Whatever it was you wanted to make a special breakfast for.”
Yanking her chin out of his grip, she threw her arms up in the air. “We weren’t celebrating anything, you big dork! I was going to tell you I love you!”
For a moment, his brain seemed to seize up, like a computer with too many tabs open. “You what?”
Hands on her hips again, she glared at him, her tear-stained cheeks now bright red. “You heard me. I love you, and I know I haven’t said it, and I wanted to do something special for you to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. But now it’s all ruined.”
“Oh, baby.” Closing the distance between them, he cupped her face in his hands. “You didn’t ruin anything. You could have burned the damn house down and I wouldn’t care. Say it again.”
The little furrow between her brows relaxed a fraction, the barest hint of a smile playing on her lips. “I love you.”
“God, I adore you. I love you too, babygirl.” Lowering his head, he caught her lips in a kiss he’d had every intention of keeping soft and sweet. But then she surrendered with a dreamy little sigh, and something in him snapped.
The kiss turned hot and needy in a flash, and he couldn’t seem to get his hands on her fast enough. Something ripped, but whether it was his clothes or hers, he wasn’t sure. When they were both finally, blessedly naked, he hooked his hands under her legs, spinning to pin her up against the fridge, his cock sinking into her as her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Daddy!” Her cry rang out in the kitchen as her muscles clamped down around him, spasming with the force of her orgasm.
“Good girl,” he growled, hips thrusting hard and fast as he worked toward his own release. “Such a good girl, coming all over Daddy’s cock.”
Over and over he praised her, until they both cried out a final time, her pussy milking his cock, their frantic breaths filling the air.
“Whoa.” Letting out a shaky laugh, she lifted a trembling hand to push her hair from her eyes. “That was…whoa. I should tell you I love you more often.”
“I’m certainly not going to complain.” A lump formed in his throat and he nuzzled her neck to give himself a moment before he completely broke down. “I love you, babygirl.”
“Yeah, I got the memo.”
“Brat.” Chuckling at her sassy response, he nipped at her neck hard enough for her to squeal. “Keep it up and you’ll spend the day on your knees with a hot, red bottom.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“Seems someone needs a reminder of what happens when she sasses her Daddy.” Releasing his hold on her, he lowered her to her feet and spun her towards the stairs with a hard swat to her naked ass. “Get your naughty bottom upstairs, little girl. Your paddle hasn’t gotten a good workout in a few weeks and it shows.”
Giggling wildly, she raced for the stairs. He took a moment to gather their clothes and to ensure everything was indeed turned off. Despite his earlier proclamation, he wasn’t eager to actually burn their house down. And the longer he could stall, the more the wait would heighten her anticipation of what he had planned.
Their “perfect” breakfast all but forgotten, he followed his babygirl up the stairs to remind her of what a good girl she really was.