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She giggled and then the little minx actually squeezed her fingers around my imprisoned shaft. Before I could say a word, she bent down as if to speak directly to my cock. “Don’t worry, Dicky. I’m giving you a little hug now and a promise that I’m going to be a very good girl so that when we get home, I’ll give you a little kiss, okay?”

God, I loved this woman!

Chapter Eleven

Marcie

“Daddy, look!” I pointed out the windshield to where a sea of cars filled the lot behind Gem. “It’s full!”

“It is and so are those,” he said, gesturing toward the lots across the street. “Good thing I have a reserved spot, or you’d be walking at least a mile to reach the door.”

I laughed and started to bounce in my seat but only managed a half of a bounce before my bottom reminded me that wasn’t a really great idea. Still, as I settled gingerly, I smiled. “I wouldn’t have to walk a mile, Daddy, because you’d be carrying me!”

“Well, aren’t you a smart Little girl?”

“Yep, and I’m so excited. I know you told me not to worry, but all I kept thinking about was what if we came and found the club totally empty? What if not even a single guest showed up for the party? What if?—”

“You stop wondering ‘what if’ and start just letting yourself enjoy the evening?”

I closed my mouth and giggled. “You’re right. All those ‘what ifs’ got me was a hot butt! So, from now on, all I’m going to thinkabout is finding the perfect proper placements for peppermint pigs.”

“Don’t forget the candy bar,” he reminded as he pulled into a spot next to Uncle Leo’s and Aunt Tilda’s spots.

As co-owners, all three of them not only had reserved parking places, but they’d also reserved one for each of our core group as well. I was so thrilled to see every one of those spots were filled, though it shouldn’t have surprised me. I was just about to lament the fact that we were missing out on all the fun before remembering that I was the reason for being late.

When Daddy opened my door and unfastened my seat belt, I took the hand he offered but didn’t make a move to leave the car. “Before we go inside, I want to thank you, Daddy.”

“For what?”

“For knowing exactly what I needed and for making sure I got it no matter that it made you late for your own party. I’m sorry for that, too, but seriously, thank you for, well, for being you and for being my Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Now, how about we make a promise to leave the past behind for the rest of the night and just have fun?”

I nodded and stuck out my hand, my pinkie extended. He grinned and hooked his around mine and we shook on it. Everybody knew a pinkie promise was as good as a promise got. Climbing out of the car, I stood while we hugged and then had to stand a little longer as he turned me to face away so he could straighten the bow on my dress and smooth the fabric down over my layers of petticoats.

“How you can even sit amazes me, Marcie.”

“I can’t only sit, I can twirl, and my dress flares out and it’s so much fun!” I demonstrated and he clapped when I finally came to a stop.

“Then it’s a good thing you’ve got your dancing shoes on because I’m going to dance some Little girl’s feet right off! However, you might want to remember that you not only left your tights at home, but you also left something else as well, so what do you have to say about that twirling now?”

I gasped as I realized the view I’d likely just flashed anyone looking around the parking lot and then giggled and shrugged. “I’d say it’s a good thing you own a club where my bare butt won’t even register.”

He laughed and hugged me. “Babygirl, I promise you, that precious heart-shaped butt always draws attention and when it is striped like a candy cane? Well, just sayin’…”

I might have been lying across a table getting my butt blistered a half hour ago, but right now, I felt as light as a feather and as excited as a kid waiting to see Santa. Of course, since I already had my very own Santa Daddy, I was already ahead of the game.

“Don’t care! Come on!” I tugged on his hand to hurry him along. “I want to see how many piggies we’ve sold. I hope”—his low growl had me stopping to reconsider—“I mean, I know, it’s gonna be a whole lot!”

“That’s right, a huge herd of hogs and hoglets are hurrying to new homes happier than hoggies in hay!”

I broke out laughing and was still laughing as we entered the club that had changed my life from the moment I’d stepped over its threshold. A squeal of “Marcie!” had all thoughts of the past evaporating as Jenna practically knocked me over as she hugged me.

“You’re finally here!”

“What took you so long?” Chloe asked as she joined us.

I held up a finger, knowing in just a second, Emma and Dawn would appear. Sure enough, I was right and though Henry slowed from a run to what he most likely considered a leisurelystroll, he joined our group as well. It was only then as the six of us made a circle that we began the greeting ritual that had started with just me and Jenna and had grown more complex with every new member of our inner circle. Now, it not only took several minutes, it drew quite a crowd of onlookers as we clapped hands, slapped thighs, twirled, dipped, spun and danced in a noisy, but incredibly joyous and perfectly synchronized dance created out of love for each other.