Daddy's Little Princess (Daddy 2)

Brylee turned and caught Gage’s nod and then looked back at the waiter. “I would like one also. Please.”

“I’ll be right back.”

“So, how was the shopping?” Gage asked.

“It was exhausting,” Brylee burst out, making Larkin laugh out loud.

Gage chuckled. “I won’t make you do it often. I promise.”

“Good. You’ll never believe all the clothes Larkin made me buy.”

“Good.” Gage smirked. “It’s what she was told to do.” He looked over at Darian. “I guess you’re going to have to come up with another reason to spank her.”

Darian huffed out a laugh. “I think I can come up with something.”

Larkin gasped. “That’s not fair.”

Darian grasped her hand and brought it to his lips. “I'll make it good for you since you’ve been a good girl.”

Larkin grinned. “All right.”

They ordered their food and talked all through the meal.

Gage looked at Brylee and saw her eyes drooping. “I think I better get my baby home.”

Darian grinned. “Mine’s going down, also.” He stood and helped Larkin up.

Gage had one of his arms around Brylee and waved at Darian and Larkin as they got into Darian’s car. Gage opened his passenger door.

“Come on, princess. Let’s get you home.”

Brylee sat back, closed her eyes, and rested her head on the back of the seat.

Gage smiled and then put his car in drive. Within minutes, they were pulling into his spot in the underground parking ramp.

He helped her out. “How are you doing?”

Brylee smiled up at him. “Good,” she murmured and then hugged his middle.

He pushed the button for his floor. He tipped her head up with the side of his hand and bent his head, pressing his lips to hers. Within seconds, it quickly got heated, and he found himself pressing her against the wall of the elevator.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Gage moved a step away and steadied her when she swayed.

“I liked it.”

He groaned. “I’m trying to be noble. I know you're tired.”

She stepped back up to him. “I can sleep later.”

Gage fisted her hair in his grip and pulled her tighter against him and nipped at her lips, demanding she open. Thrusting his tongue in, he stroked and tasted every part.

He lifted his head when he heard the elevator doors swish open.

“Come on.” He picked her up and carried her through the condo and laid her on his bed, and pulled her shoes off. “Look at that. Pretty pink little toes.”

“I thought you’d like this color.”

He swept his hand up her thigh. “I like any color that’s on you.”