Being Their Baby
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“I don’t know,” she said elusively, cocking her head saucily. “Especially when you make fun of chivalry—makes me ponder what my answer would be. Luckily,” she added, “you have time to figure it out.” She turned her head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Josh manhandled her out of her seat until she was crowded into his own seat with him, sitting on his lap. He took a deep inhalation of her strawberry-scented hair and said, “I was so excited when Liz brought you home this winter. I felt like a puppy about to piddle on the rug.”
“Again—romance,” she chided, but she seemed very content on his lap, not fidgeting at all, and in fact leaning up against him.
“We want you to be our baby girl forever,” he told her. “But one day—and I’ll brush up on romance to make sure that this is done properly—you’re going to be my woman, too.”
“So being your baby isn’t enough?” she asked, her voice teasing.
“Being our baby is but the tip of the iceberg, bunny,” he assured, then bopped her on the nose lightly with the pad of his index finger.
She straightened, smiled seductively at him, and then grabbed her drink. “Good,” she said simply, putting the straw into her mouth. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” She began to grind on the bulge she’d found with her thigh, and he stifled a groan. “Josh?”
He swallowed. “Yeah?”
“I feel some naughtiness coming on,” she warned, and bit her lip encouragingly.
He smirked and leaned back “And I’m just the person to help you with that.”
She leaned close to him and pinched his earlobe lightly between her teeth, tugged at it playfully, then asked, “You gonna spank me or fuck me?” Her husky words sent an excited chill through him. After more girlfriends than he could count, suddenly he was about to abandon a hockey game for the first time in his life just to take one out to the car.
He got up and, in a business-like fashion, tilted the girl over his shoulder. “Both,” he told her over the noise of the rink. “Always both.”
The End