Daddy's Adorable Assassin (Daddy's Little Deviants)

“Yes, I am.” I flipped up his skirt and grabbed his ass, all but naked in his thong. “And dressed like this, no wonder he had a hard-on when he walked out.”

“He did?”

“Did you bend over while he was here, Cosmo?”

“I don’t remember.”

I took the box of chocolates before he could pick another one and threw it onto the counter. Clutching his chin, I turned him to face me. “Try to remember. Did you bend over once while he was here?”

“Umm. Why? Is that really important, Daddy?”

I slapped his ass hard. He gasped. “It’s important if he saw your pretty bottom while you were here in the house alone.”

He smiled. “You think I have a pretty bottom?”

“Focus, Cosmo. Did he see your perky little ass?”

I slapped him again, and he bit into his bottom lip. “I really don’t think so. Oh wait, I did have to bend to get the coffee maker from the cupboard.”

My nostrils flared. Both hands beneath his skirt, I grasped his butt cheeks and pulled him to my body.

“I don’t like the idea of anyone else noticing your charms.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“I’m serious, Cosmo.”

“I know, Daddy.”

“Which means you’re not to entertain him while you’re alone again. Am I making myself clear?”

“What do you mean, entertain, Daddy?”

“I mean, if I’m not home, the closest he comes is to the front door. Understood?” I squeezed his cheeks and he moaned. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. I promise I won’t entertain Agent Ellis.”

I lifted him up my body, and he wrapped his legs around me. I pressed my lips to his, and he opened up.

“I’m serious, Cosmo,” I whispered. “I see the way he looks at you, like he thinks he has a shot with you. Don’t encourage him. He doesn’t have a shot with you. Nobody else does.”