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Rylee shifted her attention to Molly.

Molly tapped her lips. “I never learned to cook. No matter how hard my mother tried, I couldn’t get the hang of it, so I was in a panic on my mating day. I was afraid my Daddy would find out and be disappointed.”

Rylee giggled. “Little did you know Gavin wasn’t ever going to ask you to cook anyway.”

Molly rolled her eyes. “You could tell that’s the truth, too?”

Rylee nodded. “Yes.” She smiled proudly as she turned toward Khloe.

“Mmm…” Khloe chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before speaking. “We didn’t know my wolf was going to be so large before my first shift, so we weren’t prepared for my size. I jumped up on the couch and broke it.”

Rylee laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes. “Liar.”

The back door opened, and the men came inside.

Hayes met his Little girl’s gaze with an indulgent smile. “What’s so funny?”

Rylee shrugged. “Nothing. We just figured out what good it will do for me to be able to scent things.”

Chapter Fourteen

As soon as their guests left the house, Hayes shut the door and turned to find a very contrite Rylee backing away from him. He couldn’t keep from laughing. “I guess you remember I said I was going to spank you as soon as they left, huh?”

She reached back to cover her bottom over the frilly hem of her short dress. “Daddy…” She backed up slowly.

He smirked as he casually took a seat on the sofa and reached out a hand. “Have you ever known me to back down after promising a punishment?”

“No, Sir,” she murmured.

“Did you think I would forget?”

She nodded, but she didn’t take a single step toward him.

He wiggled his fingers. “The number of times I’m going to swat your naughty bottom is growing by the second, Baby girl.”

Finally, she shuffled toward him, trembling. It was all an act. He’d spanked her many times by now. Every time, they went through this ritual of her balking and him eventually taking her over his knees. It was a game they both enjoyed. Neither of them could hide it, especially considering how strong their combined scents were in the room.

They’d eventually come up with an arrangement that would make it possible for them to have frequent sexy times without Rylee going into sensual overload. As long as he kept his cock in his pants, he could do just about anything to her. When it was time to take his erection out, they did so on their bed. Hayes had purchased a waterproof mattress pad, and he always removed the covers so that the only thing that needed to go in the washer every time was the fitted sheet. They now owned two dozen. As long as he closed the washer, he only needed to wash the sheets once a day.

Eventually the initial frenzy would wear down—or so he’d been told. They weren’t likely to continue fucking several times a day forever. He would go back on a patrol schedule in a few weeks for one thing.

“Panties off,” he ordered when she reached his knees. He held his palm open, waiting for her to comply.

Her cheeks flushed with false embarrassment. It amazed him how many ways her body reacted to what was basically a fabricated scene.

When she bent toward the buckles on her shoes, he stopped her. “Leave your shoes and socks on, Rylee. I only want your panties off.”

She rose back up, lifted her skirt, and wiggled out of her panties. Her cheeks were hot pink as she handed them to him. He knew why. It embarrassed her even further when he made her keep her frilly socks and Mary Janes on while he spanked her. Somehow she felt even naughtier with her bottom naked while wearing the rest of her clothes than she did when she was wearing only a diaper or panties.

Hayes pointed behind her. “Turn around and face the coffee table. I want you to bend over, hands on the table, feet planted wide.”

She gasped.

Yes, this was a new spanking position. He needed to shake things up and keep her on her toes. As soon as she was in position, he rose and lifted her dress. He pushed it all the way over her head, letting the material fall down around her wrists where they rested on the coffee table.

She shuddered, a whimper escaping her lips, just as he’d expected. With the frilly yellow dress taunting her and her head bent so that she was staring at both it and her shoes and socks, she would be doubly unnerved.

Already he could smell the arousal leaking out of her pussy. “Feet wider, naughty girl.”