“I know you will, Daddy.”
“Right now, though, I need to go away for a couple days. Mr. Ross needs me to pick up a special shipment.”
“From where?” She needed to make sure a team followed him, or if he was going to a location where a team was already in place, she needed to get word that he would be there. When the raids happened, she wanted him with her so that she could keep him safe. SWAT personnel were highly trained, but if anyone resisted, they wouldn’t hesitate to neutralize the threat.
“I’m not sure. He won’t tell me until it’s time to go.”
“Oh.” Her team would have to send someone to follow him. “When are you leaving?”
“First thing in the morning.”
She chewed her lip, buying time to think.
He twisted out of her hold by slinging his arm around her shoulders. “I know what you’re thinking, and I like it.”
She highly doubted he would like the drift of her thoughts. She was running scenarios in which he was apprehended peacefully. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I love when you cook from scratch.”
While she didn’t get to choose many of their grocery items, Willowlands provided them with a host of fresh fruits and vegetables. She’d introduced a number of healthy items to Lukas’s diet, and he’d been more receptive to those than when she’d added peas and carrots to boxed macaroni and cheese.
Right now, her mind was scrambling to figure out what he thought she’d been thinking. “I was thinking that I’m going to miss having you to snuggle up with at night.”
“And also that you’d like to bake that bread with all the meat in it.”
“A pot pie?” She snorted. “I didn’t make that from scratch. It came with the frozen foods. I’ve never made bread from scratch.” Mentally she ran through the contents of their cupboards. “We have pie crust. I think I can use that.”
He turned her toward him and slipped both arms around her, granting her wish for them to be chest-to-chest. “Don’t stress about it, Firebrand. Whatever you decide to make, the part that makes it wonderful is having you across the table from me.”
She lifted to her tiptoes. “You know what’s even better? When I’m on your lap.”
He met her halfway. His lips slid across hers, teasing and promising, and then he lifted away to gaze into her eyes. “I’ll be home at six. Wear your white dress with nothing underneath.”
Brandy froze, staring at him in bewilderment. “I don’t have a white dress. I don’t have any dresses.”
In the few months they’d been at Willowlands, she’d added running clothes, shorts, and light shirts to her wardrobe. She’d even acquired a new pair of running shoes after Needa had surprised her with them. The boss woman had objected to the one-and-only pair of shoes Brandy had that weren’t cowboy boots.
He grinned as he turned toward the barn. “You do now. No shoes. Wear your hair down.”
Five months ago, her hair had been shoulder-length. Now it was halfway down her back. Lukas liked her with longer hair. He liked to wash, brush, and braid it, and she’d found she liked him to do those things. It was nice to be pampered, and this was the first time in her life she’d let someone make her feel like she was the center of his world.
She wasn’t sure how to make a pot pie, so she tossed shredded chicken, cream of mushroom soup, a bouillon cube, and diced carrots onto the crust. Lacking a top for the pie, she put it in the oven to bake, and then she went into the bedroom to prepare.
The dress Lukas had described was a simple sheath made from soft, stretchy fabric. The neckline had a gentle curve that would in no way, shape, or form dip to show cleavage. Silky ribbons flowed from where the sleeves gathered, and the hem terminated just above her knee. It was a pretty dress, the kind she might wear to dinner with her parents.
From the cut of the dress, she deduced he wanted to role-play that she was a virgin. It was one of his favorite scenarios, but he didn’t usually go through such elaborate preparation. Usually he’d indicate the scene through the way he talked to her and the gentle way he handled making love to her. He’d never bought her an outfit before.
Sans bra and panties, she slipped into the dress. The darkness of her areolas was visible through the fabric, and her erect nipples erased any claim the dress had on innocence.
The timer on the oven dinged. She donned an apron to protect her dress, and she set the pie tin on the stovetop. The door opened as she frowned at the contents of the tin. It seemed pot pie was not her forte. Pie soup seemed to be up her alley. Good thing Lukas was not a picky eater.
She faced him, smiling prettily to distract him from the idea of food. “Hi, Daddy. How was work?”
He’d put his shirt back on, and he removed his hat as he entered the apartment. Her gaze roved over his body, openly admiring his strong physique. The lift of his mouth betrayed how pleased he was with her reaction. “Hot. I’m going to jump in the shower while you set the table.”
He wasn’t gone long, and when he returned, he wore his usual fare of jeans and a cotton shirt. His feet were as bare as hers.
She’d just finished setting their places. The chicken-soup-pie was on the table. She’d included salad and rolls because it might mitigate her lack of success with the meal. Facing him, she carefully lowered her gaze as she knelt at his feet.
He watched, still for only a moment before his fingers brushed through her hair, triggering a wave of desire that sent moisture to her pussy. “You’re so very beautiful, Firebrand. Do you like your dress?”
“Yes, Daddy, I love it. Thank you.”
“I see you made dinner.” A hint of amusement entered his tone.
“It didn’t really turn out.”
He stepped to the side, picked up a spoon, and tasted the mess in the pie tin. “It tastes good, at least.”
Thank goodness for men who did not have discerning taste buds.
“Would you like your spanking now or after dinner?”
A shudder went through her body. Did she want a spanking now so that she could stew in her own juices while they dined, or did she want to wait, stewing in the sweet torture of anticipation while they ate? Either way, she was destined for a drenched pussy.
What the heck? She hated waiting, and she loved the way he spanked. “I’d like it now, Daddy. Then, if you’re in the mood later, you can spank me again.”
His laughter roared through the small room. “Get into position, my Firebrand.”
She went into the bedroom, hiked her dress up, and bent over the side of the bed. It wasn’t a virginal pose, and she wondered at his offer of a spanking at the start of a scene.
He used his hand. The first smack landed with a force that rocked her body into the mattress. His hand lingered where it had landed, squeezing her backside to amplify the feel of the spanking. Back and forth, his palm landed on her ass cheeks, searing them with delightful heat. He alternated hands, sometimes spanking both cheeks at the same time.
She moaned, lifting her ass to meet his huge mitts. “Oh, yes, Daddy. I love this so much.”
On the next blow, his hand slid between her legs, and he caressed her pussy. “You’re very slick, Firebrand.”
“Wet and hot, Daddy. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It aches between my legs, but it doesn’t hurt.”
He clicked his tongue. “Poor baby. Want me to rub it until it’s all better?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’d love that.” She lifted her ass, begging him to finger her.
A harsh blow landed solidly across both cheeks. “Too bad. I want to watch you squirm. Stand up and fix your dress.”
She did as he commanded, but she also stuck out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout.
He held out his hand, and she put hers in it. “You’ll sit on my lap, and I’ll feed you.”
Brandy thought about the soupy consistency of the pot pie. Glancing down at her dress, she said, “I might need a bib.”
“Or I might end up licking it off your chin.”
She poured some of the pot pie soup into his bowl, served the salad, and scooted the plate of rolls closer. Then she parked her ass on his lap.
He looked over the fare. “Let’s start with the spicy, creamy chicken soup.”
They ate, chatting and flirting as they took turns feeding each other. Lukas’s free hand spent most of the time on her knee, stroking up and down her bare leg to remind her pussy of what was in store for later.
When she’d eaten enough, she set a hand on his arm when he went back for more food. “Daddy, I’m full. You go ahead and finish.”
“Are you sure, Firebrand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll just sit here like a good girl and watch you eat.”
He lifted a brow.
“And maybe I’ll rub your head.” She reached up to play with the smooth skin on his head, but he redirected her hand to her thigh.
“You’re never a good girl when you rub my head.”
She giggled. When she rubbed his head, she had a tendency to get carried away. She started off using her hands, and before she knew it, she found herself kissing it and rubbing her cheeks on it. Eventually her breasts got involved.
No, she was never a good girl when she rubbed his head. She was fucking fantastic.
“It always ends well.” She leaned closer and nipped at his neck. “You like when I rub your bald places.”
His lips twitched as he suppressed a smile. “Firebrand, how about you get the extra food put away?”
She hopped up and did as he asked. They hadn’t touched much of the salad, and she made a mental note to pack it for his trip tomorrow. The extra rolls could go as well. The chicken soup wouldn’t fare so well without refrigeration.
By the time she finished, he was also done eating. A sharp slap stung her ass, and his strong grip squeezed her abused flesh. He kissed her shoulder from the edge of the dress to her neck, and then he sank his teeth into her sensitive skin.
Brandy inhaled sharply, but she didn’t move. Lukas didn’t often leave her with marks, though judging from the sharpness of the pain, he was definitely leaving her with a visible love mark. When he finished, he wrapped his arms around her and held her against him.
She settled back into his embrace, memorizing the moment and the way it felt to be loved by Lukas Xuereb.
“Daddy?” Not wanting to interrupt the moment, she whispered.
“Yeah?” His low voice rumbled through his chest and into her heart.
“I love you.”
He held her tighter. “I love you, too, Firebrand.” He brushed a kiss just below her earlobe. “Come, sit on the sofa with me.”
Holding his hand, she followed him to the sofa. He sat down, and she settled onto his lap. He began with a simple kiss, his lips skating lightly over her cheeks and eyelids before meeting her lips with a firmer pressure. His hands roamed her body, his tender touch leaving nerve endings quavering all over her body.
She moaned, wishing she could rock her pussy against the bulge in his jeans.
He lifted her so that she straddled one of his thighs. “I want to watch you come, Firebrand. Put your hands on my shoulders and rub against my leg until you climax.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She got comfortable, and then she gyrated against his thigh. After the spanking and the way he’d teased her with his touch throughout dinner, it didn’t take long for her orgasm to crest. Her body stiffened, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders as she cried out.
Panting, she came down from the small pleasure.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
He kissed her, ravaging her mouth and claiming dominion. She submitted, giving herself over to him, body and soul.
She lifted off his thigh, and he pointed out the wet spot on his jeans. “Look what you did, Firebrand.”
She was not at all sorry. “It’s the sign of a good time.”
“You left a mess. You need to be spanked.” Mirth sparkled in his eyes, lighting them to a golden brown.
Having just orgasmed, her body was primed for more. She arranged herself over his lap with her ass lifted and her legs far enough apart to give him access to her pussy. He ran his hand over her ass and thighs, lifting her dress out of the way. Then he began the spanking. As he was in a playful mood, he stopped between smacks to stroke her pussy.
Soon she forgot what he was doing, whether his primary objective was to spank her or fuck her with his fingers. Her hips pumped, seeking the sting of his palm on her ass and the caress of his fingers on her clit. He teased, his expert touches keeping her on edge until she thought she’d lose her mind.
Suddenly she was on her back, his face buried between her legs. He feasted on her pussy, slurping and sucking as if he was the one deriving pleasure from the experience. She thrashed, shouting as the sensations melted any shred of thought she might have had. An orgasm swept her away, rendering her limbs liquid.
Lukas flipped her over, lifted her ass into the air, and fed his thick cock into her pulsating pussy. He groaned. “Oh, Firebrand. You feel so fucking amazing. That hot little pussy sucked me right in, and it’s massaging my cock.”
Brandy had lost the ability to speak. She grunted, a guttural noise that begged for more.
He traced a light caress across her lower back where her dress had ridden up to expose a little flesh there. “Are you still with me, Firebrand?”
“Mguh.” She wasn’t sure what she tried to say, but there was no mistaking her plea.
Gripping her hips, he pounded into her channel, pushing her farther over that cliff. The orgasm elongated. She heard screams and cries, but the intense pleasure made them sound like they came from a great distance. Vaguely she registered his climax.
When she became aware of her surroundings, she noted she was in his arms. They were in bed with the sheet covering her lower half. He’d undressed her before putting her to bed.
His great body curled around her backside, lending heat and comfort. She threaded her fingers through his, and, emotionally and physically sated, she slept.
The second day he was gone, she worked in Needa’s office.
Ben came into her sanctum, treading lightly because Needa was fanatical about every single thing in her office. One time Brandy had knocked over a magnetized container full of small paper clips. She’d cleaned it up, and Needa had gone ballistic over how a large paper clip had come to be mixed in. Applying that mentality to her keeping of accounts, and Brandy had come to understand that Needa earned her time off. The woman was a bookkeeping dynamo. Secret team or not, she knew where every dime was located.
He brought in a large plastic storage bin, which he set on the floor next to her desk. Then he brought in two smaller ones to stack on top of the bigger one.
“Honey, these are highly sensitive in nature. Be careful with them.” He glanced at Brandy. “Maybe you want to go through these first, sort out who does what?”
She waved away his concern. “I know what I’m doing, darling.”
He kissed her cheek. “I know. But does she?”
“She has a name. It’s Brittany Sorrel. You did the background check on her yourself.”
He scratched his jaw, thinking as he studied Brandy. “Yeah.”
“Did the ledgers from Costa Rica come in yet?”
“They’re in the larger one.”
“What did Guillermo say about his operation there?”
“Needa, can we talk about this later?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Ben, answer me. Costa Rica is crucial to our Central American operations. It’s the linchpin, holding everything in that area together. Guillermo had a task. Did he complete it?”
“Yes. Everything’s ready.”
“There was a gentleman asking for additional compensation? Was that resolved?”
“He learned to s
ee the value in playing the long game.”
“Perfect. I’d hate to have to start from scratch with the military again. They’re so tedious, and I have no patience for stroking egos.”
Ben tapped his chest. “That’s why you have me, honey. I’m the patient one.”
And Needa, Brandy had finally deduced, was the brains behind the operation. Ben was a useful figurehead. He had a presence, and he struck fear into the hearts of many, but without Needa’s vision and planning, The Eye would be a small-time operation. Perhaps they’d engage in arms and drug deals across the border, but they wouldn’t be operating on the scale they were without Needa.
“Here you go, dear.” Needa tapped the top bin. “Get started on this.
Brandy opened the lid to find it jammed full of ledgers and receipts. “You need me to organize this and enter the information?”
“Yes.” She tapped her bottom lip. “Have you ever been to Costa Rica?”
“No, but I saw it in a TV show before. I think it’s one of the islands off of Florida.”
Needa studied Brandy. “What about Colombia? Where is that located?”
Brandy chewed her lip. She knew where all countries were located, as well as their major criminal issues and how they impacted the United States. But Brittany came from a background where education had not been a priority, so she went with the most common misconceptions.
“Um… It’s located where coffee comes from? Maybe Africa?”
Needa’s expression took on an edge of pain.
“Or Mexico?”
Shaking her head, Needa returned to her desk. “Jesus, Brittany. At least you’re good with numbers and you do as you’re told.”
Brandy beamed. “I like working with you. This is a lot easier than working in the medical office. I have no idea what to do with most of what’s over there, and Daddy gets impatient because I don’t know a lot of the medical words he uses. Here, it’s easy. It’s looking over ledgers or scanning pages or entering data. It’s straightforward.”
“Yes, well, it’s lacking the frequent sex breaks you and Doctor Luke tend to take.”
Shrugging, Brandy dug through the papers, organizing ledgers and notebooks separately from the loose papers and receipts. “He’s away on a trip. I hope he comes back soon. It’s lonely sleeping without him.”
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