Page 45 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

"It's alright, darling." I wiped her mouth with the bib and began undoing the seatbelt on her highchair. "I feel welcome enough. Your Daddy has important work to do. Besides, I'm here now. Didn't you say it was one of the benefits of having two Daddies? One could stay and cuddle with you while the other had work."

"Cuddles!" Her eyes twinkled up at me. "While we watch cartoons together?"

"Of course, silly." I tapped the tip of her nose with a finger, picking her out of the highchair and carrying her on my hip. "What else would a good girl do after breakfast?"

"And can I tie your hair in Little pigtails while we watch the cartoons?" She asked as her eyes turned into little circles with hope. "Just like you tied mine at your place?"

My hair was too short to be tied up, but it wasn't like it was going to stop her from trying.

"Aw, how can I say no to my sweet bunny?" I kissed the top of her head as her Daddy led us to the front door.

"I can't postpone it, sweetheart," Clark said, giving her a goodbye kiss. "Not since I gave up my power at the company to spend more time with you."

I didn't know what Clark saved Jenna's life from, but apparently, he had an epiphany of sorts about life's priorities, and Jenna was at the top of her list now. It was sweet that he'd given up his position as the CEO for her.

"Now be a good girl for your Daddy and behave," he added. "The behaving part applies to the both of you. I better not come home to toys scattered around and a messy kitchen."

"Aye, aye. Captain." She gave him a little salute and then waved as he drove off in his car.

The moment I stepped inside and closed the door, Jenna giggled.

"As if!" She put her crossed fingers on display. "Daddy isn't home so there's no one to be anal about cleaning up after me and keeping the kitchen clean."

"You wish, Little girl," I scolded in my Daddy voice. "Your Daddy's against spanking you, but I'm not. I won't hesitate to take you over the knee and bust your bottom to discipline you."

She shivered as I sat down and put her in my lap. "Don't give me hope, Nick. Don't torture me with your idle threats."

It wasn't meant to be sexual, but she turned it so. The idea of her across my knee with her privates exposed was too arousing. I had just jerked off to the idea of her body pressed up against mine in the shower an hour ago. But that didn't stop my dick from twitching in my pants.

I chuckled. "Your Daddy wasn't lying then. You do enjoy a good spank. I won't give you one, though. Not until you've earned it."

She groaned and turned around to her side, making sure to brush my dick with her ass briefly. She didn't give any sign that it was intentional. She was a sneaky little brat.

Her hands raked through my bright red hair. "I'll settle for tying your hair for now. I love how it's so colorful. Makes me want to leave my mark by tying it up."

She was much shorter than me so I had to bend my neck a little so she could artfully style it.

"All done," she announced a few minutes later.

"Well, how do I look then? Can I wear my hair like this to the club sometimes?"

"Sure, it'll help keep the other girls at the club away from you."

When I picked up the mirror and looked at myself, she burst into laughter.

"I can't keep a straight face anymore." She gasped for breath and fell back on the couch. "You look so silly."

When she calmed down, she sat up straight and there were tears in her eyes from laughing too hard.

"And yet you look just as dashing as the day I met you," she continued as she undid the pigtails and just sat there staring into my eyes, her expressions softening by the second.

"I can't say the same about you, darling." I took her face in my hands and caressed it. "For you only seem to get prettier every time I see you. Each time I think I couldn't humanly like you anymore, but I'm proven wrong over and over again."

"Oh, Nick. You're so sweet."

She wrapped her hands around my neck and for the first time, there was love in her eyes. Or so it seemed, for it was how she looked at her Daddy.

We both needed each other and there was no doubt about it. The question was whether she was ready to take someone who wasn't her Daddy.