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Oh God. His erection pulsed inside her. She clamped down hard on his cock and took satisfaction in the groan he let escape.

He lowered himself so his chest pressed into her breasts, the hair tickling her tight nipples. Shifting both her hands into one of his, he rolled her over and smacked her bottom twice. The fire his hand created there slipped somehow to her already weeping pussy. His hand was as hard as an oak paddle as he smacked her again on the other side.

His lips caressed her ear. “Tell me who is in charge, Tildi, before I pull out of your needy pussy and stroke myself until I come all over these gorgeous breasts without letting you come.”

He wouldn’t dare. But taking in the primitive desire in his eyes told her he would. She would die if he did.

“You do, Daddy. You control everything.” She gave him the words he wanted to hear because they were true.

Rolling her back over, he balanced on his elbows, never looking away from her, and slowly began to move again. He slid in and out of her slick channel, stoking all the flames back to a feverish pitch and bringing her to the edge. Then he stopped. Again.

She held tight to his shoulders, just in case he planned to make good on his threat. If he tried to stand, he was taking her with him.

“One more time, babygirl. Who is in charge of your orgasms?”

She was tired of fighting. They both knew the answer. It was the one they both wanted. So, she gave it to him.

“You are, Daddy. You are always in charge,” she said.

“Damn straight,” he growled again, then buried himself in her to the hilt.

“Yes, Boone, oh god, yes!”

He dug his fingers into her hips, setting up a fast, hard rhythm that had her seeing stars. Finally, with one powerful thrust, he rocked against her in a way that hit the magical spot again inside her and commanded, “Come now, babygirl.”

She obeyed, coming so hard her back arched off the bed as she screamed his name over and over. Just as she was coming down, he grabbed her bottom and lifted her. Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself up for him to go even deeper.

He held her easily, pounding into her until she was shuddering once again, and still, he kept grinding into her. With a primal bellow, he came inside her so powerfully she could feel each pulse as he filled her with his seed.

When he finished, he rolled to the side and cradled her against his chest. He must have found a remote control that darkened the windows because the room grew dark.

Not that she would be able to sleep anyway. Her body was like a wet noodle, but her mind was racing one hundred miles an hour. There was no way she’d ever be able to sleep.

The next thing she knew,Boone was sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair from her eyes. He was dressed in different clothes, clean and dry, and the room now glowed with morning sun. At least, she assumed it was morning. So much for not being able to sleep.

“Time to rise and shine, sleepyhead. I know Puff slept well, but how about you, babygirl?”

She stretched and wished she hadn’t. Her muscles told her in no uncertain terms she needed to exercise more. She had muscles that ached in places she didn’t even know had muscles.

Not all her aches were bad though. She was deliciously sore from her time with her Daddy last night. It had been the best experience of her entire life. She must have winced. Of course, he noticed.

“What’s the matter, babygirl? Are you sick? Do we need to take your temperature? I should never have made you jump into the freezing water.”

She placed a hand on his arm. “I’m not sick. I’m just sore because I have the physical fitness level of a baby sloth.”

Boone’s eyes narrowed. “That wouldn’t be you talking bad about yourself, would it, Bluebell? Because there aren’t many things that will get your butt roasted faster than making negative comments like that.”

Yikes. Time to backtrack.

“Sorry, Daddy,” she said. “I just meant I’m really sore, and no one else is. I’m not in good shape.”

“I’ll bet you aren’t. You’ve spent the past year being moved from one small room to the next. You spent all your energy staying sane and keeping yourself alive. Most people wouldn’t do that. You need to get in better shape? I’m all for it. You need to learn how to defend yourself? We’re headed to a working ranch, little one. I’ll remind you of how you're longing to get in shape in a few weeks. Ranching is a physical life. Not to mention, you’ll be doing training with the rest of Wilder Security in my downtime, learning how to shoot and fight. Believe me when I tell you that you are going to have more opportunities than you’ll want soon enough.”

He said that like she didn’t want to go with him. Or that she wouldn’t pull her weight if she did. Didn’t he know he was waving her dreams in front of her? There was nothing she wanted to do more than jump on that plan with both feet. She wanted to go to his ranch with him so badly it hurt.

She should have known better than to complain. That was one reason she was so good at working the parties at her catering job. Growing up with the General had given her plenty of practice in smiling on the outside and giving people what they wanted. No one wanted to hear her complain. It was her job to be grateful.

She was smart. She was wealthy, or her family was anyway. She only got the things her father thought would help her meet his expectations. She was pretty, athletic, and talented in music. She had it all. What could she possibly have to complain about?