Lara (Reynolds Ranch)
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“You told him? What the hell?”
“Your mouth, young lady.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“Ooh, I like that—Daddy. Maybe you can call me Daddy later when I tie you up and breed you,” I whisper in her ear. She squirms in my lap.
“Stop it,” she hisses, slapping my thigh.
“Well, when will I be seeing you both?”
“We’ll be down in two weeks to discuss the wedding and everything.”
“What? Why so soon?” Lara asks.
“Why not?” I snarl, getting irrationally pissed that she doesn’t want to marry as fast as I do.
“Not that. You told me that we had to wait a month because of work.”
“We can go down for the weekend and then come back late Monday, and then we’ll still have time to come back for the month visit like we talked about.”
“Okay. Really?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Isn’t that a lot of travel?”
“We have a private plane, sweetheart.”
“Are you freaking serious?” They both answer simultaneously.
“Yes, sir,” I inform him before brushing my lips against her parted, shocked ones.
“Well, that’s not going to sell me, boy.”
“Good. I hoped my wealth wasn’t enough to earn your good graces. Now, you and your father can continue to converse, but I have a meeting with a client downtown, so I have to be leaving. Remember, babe; stay with Danny and don’t leave him or I’ll spank your pretty bottom.”
“I’m still on the damn phone.”
“I still mean it. Behave.” I kiss her and then leave my office.
“Miss Williams, Lara will be in my office for as long as she pleases. I’ll be back after the Dillon meeting around five thirty.”
“Yes, sir.”
I walk up to Danny and say, “Danny, take care of my woman.”
“Of course, sir.” We shake hands and I take the elevator, leaving my future bride when I truly want her wrapped around me while I’m buried deep inside her.