Page 513 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection

Before I head up the stairs to them, I pull Myles into a hug. He stiffens for a second before patting my back.

“If you have any nightmares, call me,” I say to him and Max, remembering how Max suffered for months after the deaths we caused and witnessed in the service.

Max smiles at me over the head of the woman held tightly in his arms. “I’ll sleep well tonight. Ifyouhave any nightmares, call me.”

I nod at him but there’s no darkness in my mind. I’ve done what I needed to do. I’ve protected those who couldn’t protect themselves.

I look up at the people waiting at the entrance to my home. I think I’ll sleep well tonight, too.

epilogue

EMILY

Daddy’salways beautiful to me.

He’s all long lines: jaw and throat, the straight set of his shoulders, the curving planes of his chest and abs, the sweep of thigh and calf, his ridiculously big feet.

His toes curl as I watch him.

He stretches and slides an arm behind his head, his skin golden against the white pillows despite it being deep mid-winter.

“I can feel your eyes on me, little girl,” he says. His low, gruff tone makes my tummy curl tighter than his toes.

He may be able to feel my eyes on him but he can’tseeme. In contrast to all his long, rugged lines, a frilly, hot pink mask covers his eyes. Rhinestones spell out “baby doll” across the mask.

Daddy absolutely refused to spend the night before our wedding apart. Yes, he agreed when I argued, it’s traditional. But life’s too short not to spend every night in each other’s arms.

I couldn’t really argue with that. But I did insist that he didn’t see the bride the day of our wedding until I walk down the aisle.

Thus, my blindfold.

“I really like you in pink, Daddy,” I say, as I tease my fingertip up and down his instep and watch his toes curl again. “Queen Twitch says it’s your color.”

“Batman wears black,” Daddy responds.

“Batman Daddycould wear pink,” I suggest.

He grumbles but he’s smiling. I think he’ll wear pink more often for me.

“Just because you got me to wear this blindfold, don’t think you’re in charge, little girl. Stop trying to tickle me. Get up here and sit on my face.”

I giggle wildly. Although I enjoyed blindfolding him while he was still asleep, I don’t ever want to be in charge. Not with my Daddy. I may be a dragon but I’m ababydragon.

I feel like a queen dragon when I climb up the bed to straddle my Daddy’s shoulders. I grip the padded headboard and lower myself slowly. Daddy’s hot hands land on my thighs and slide up to cradle my bottom. He guides me down onto his waiting mouth. I lean forward, bracing my intricately-hennaed forearms against the headboard.

For a moment, he just breathes on me. The heat, the anticipation, draw a moan out of me. With him blindfolded, this is a rare chance for me to close my eyes, since he usually demands that I look at him during sex.

If it were anyone but my Daddy, I would. I’d close my eyes, shut out our suite at the Excalibur overlooking the turrets of the castle, and focus on whatever fantasy I’m building in my brain.

But Daddy’s my fantasy. And I obey his rules, even when he can’t see that I’m doing it.

I watch his brow furrow as the tip of his tongue traces through my pussy. His forehead relaxes as he pulls me down more snugly over his face, my knees rubbing along the sheets ashe urges my legs wider. He licks a long stripe up to my clit and hums against that most sensitive flesh.

I grip the headboard and squeal softly as he overwhelms me in sensation.

I should know better than to think Daddy’s going to be satisfied with one orgasm this morning. He licks and nips and hums and even roots with the tip of his nose until I writhe and pant and shake through two. He ignores my protests that I’m too sensitive and tongue-fucks me until I’m needy and mewling again. Then he topples me off his face and into his lap.

Before I have a chance to do more than sprawl across the rumpled covers, he lifts my hips, lines himself up, and sinks home.