“Don’t threaten me with a good time, counselor.”
“Brat.” With another kiss, this one hard and searing, he released her and helped her fix her clothing before sending her on her way with a stinging swat to her backside. “Even if you’re late, I’d like to see you tonight.”
Everything she’d been taught about men and dating said they were going too far, too fast. But she couldn’t seem to find the energy to give a flying fuck.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be here.”
ChapterThirteen
The next morning when he woke, Mina was still sprawled across the bed beside him, the sheets tangled around her limp form. Taking care not to rouse her, he tugged them from her body, grinning down at the luscious curves of her ass. He’d taken pity on her and removed the plug before dinner the night before, but he was looking forward to seeing it there again.
More, he was looking forward to his cock filling her tight little hole someday soon. Or maybe someday in the far future. He wasn’t in a rush.
The errant thought had him pausing, his hand hovering over the swell of her ass. Normally, he was all too eager to move on after a few rounds with the same woman. But not with Mina. With her, he could easily envision her by his side at the swearing in ceremony, rushing through the door just as dinner arrived because she was running late again, or chasing down some fresh lead on a story. Day in, and day out, without end.
Interesting.
If she was going to be his more permanently, they would certainly need some more rules, if only for his own sanity. And to ensure their personal lives didn’t bleed over into their professional lives too much. There would be complaints about favoritism, it would be inevitable, but they would have to set some clear boundaries to keep it from getting out of hand.
Which reminded him that he hadn’t told her yet that he’d promised his first post-swearing-in interview to someone else. There hadn’t been much chance last night.
Sighing at the thought of the fight to come, he let his hand rest on her bottom, stroking the soft skin as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty,” he murmured between brushes of his lips across her skin. “We need to get up and get ready.”
“Don’t wanna,” she whined, shifting away from him. “Go ‘way.”
Adorable little brat. “Mina. If you don’t wake up, Daddy will have to spank you. Do you want a spanking first thing in the morning, baby?”
“Maybe.”
The night before, he’d thoroughly roasted her ass, just for the hell of it. She hadn’t been naughty, he’d just wanted to watch her kick and cry over his knee while he turned her bottom different shades of red. Of course, since she hadn’t been naughty, he’d rewarded her by eating her out until she’d come so many times she’d been sobbing as she begged him to stop. Odds were, she wasn’t quite awake enough yet to consider he wouldn’t have the time for a repeat this morning, so she’d be left with a sore bottom and an aching pussy for the rest of the day.
Chuckling at her cheeky answer, he lifted his hand and brought it crashing down on each of her bottom cheeks.
That got her attention. With an indignant squeal, she rolled over and glared up at him. “What the hell, Cyrus? You can’t wake a girl up with your dick like a normal fucking man?”
“I would have, if we had the time. But we’re running a bit behind as it is and we need to talk.”
“Fine. But I want coffee.” Rolling out of bed, she stomped to the bathroom, giving him a glorious view of his handprints on her ass before the door slammed shut behind her.
If he hadn’t been feeling guilty about the interview, he probably would have waited for the shower to start and then followed her into the bathroom to teach her what a bad idea it was to cop an attitude when you were about to have a wet ass. As it was, he simply made his way downstairs to where the coffee was already waiting—thank the gods for programmable coffee pots—and poured them each a mug.
By the time he returned upstairs, the shower was running, so he nudged open the bathroom door. “Coffee, as requested.”
Pushing open the shower door, she took the mug and lifted it to her lips as the water beat down on her back. “Oh, that’s lovely. Thanks.” She cleared her throat and he wondered if the color on her cheeks was from the heat of the water or embarrassment. “Um, sorry about snapping at you earlier. I’m not fit for human interaction before I’ve had my morning shot of caffeine.”
“I can sympathize with that. Though you should keep in mind that I can be rather grouchy in the mornings myself, little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy. Sorry.”
“Good girl. Ah.” He took a moment to clear his own throat as he searched for the words to tell her what needed to be said. “We need to talk about the schedule for today.”
Before he had a chance to elaborate, she launched right into her own plan. “I think it’s probably best to get the interview in right after the ceremony. That way it’s off your plate and you can go get settled in while I work on the footage. We’ll both be too busy for lunch, I’m guessing, so dinner tonight to celebrate?” She flashed him a smile and handed her half-empty mug back to him. “My treat.”
“Mina…” Fuck, this was harder than he’d expected it to be. The excitement in her tone was palpable and he hated to be the one to ruin it. “I promised the post-ceremony interview to someone else."
Pausing in the act of running a washcloth over her long, slender arms, she stared at him through the foggy glass. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I heard you right. What did you just say?”