And she thought she might well be falling in love with him.
“I’m never gonna be naughty when we’re out.”
“Oh, I’ll hold you to that,” he told her with a grin. Lastly, he ordered a time-out stool that was white with the word, ‘time-out’ painted along the top. And a booster seat that could attach to the dining chair or be used in his truck.
“I thought I only had to use a booster seat in your truck if I couldn’t drive it?”
“I changed my mind. It will be safer for you with the seat, so you’re going to have the seat. I might get a custom-made one with straps yet.”
Yikes.
“Now, that’s all ordered. Let’s get your rules sorted and go through any limits before we visit Doc.”
“I feel like it’s Christmas,” she said with wonder.
“You always get paddles for Christmas? Goodness, you must be on Santa’s naughty list. Tut-tut. It’s a wonder the big man hasn’t taken you over his knee if that’s the case. Now, wouldn’t that make a good Christmas photo?”
“Daddy! I am not on Santa’s naughty list.”
He sighed, shaking his head. “We’ll see.”
“It’s just that other than when we lived with Harry, I’ve never been spoiled like this.”
She didn’t even know how long she was staying for. Although now that she was here, she couldn’t imagine ever leaving. The idea filled her with fear.
His sexy control, his careful attention and overprotectiveness, the indulgence and tenderness. And the laughter. She never would have imagined after what happened with Tiger that she’d feel like laughing.
When was the last time she’d even thought about Tiger and her aunt? She guessed that was his intention. To keep her mind off everything.
Linc drew her onto his lap. Then he tilted her face and kissed her gently, sliding his tongue in to dance with hers. When he drew back, he kissed the top of her nose. “You deserve to be spoiled. And that’s just what I’m going to do.”
He set her back on the sofa. “Now wait here while I go get something to help you with remembering the rules.”
Damn it. How could he go from talking of spoiling her to speaking of rules? That was just wrong. He returned with a whiteboard and pen.
She gave him a suspicious look. “You just happened to have those on hand?”
He grinned. “I might have gotten Bear to grab them for me yesterday.”
Marisol groaned. “Daddy! You didn’t tell him what you wanted them for, did you?”
“Of course I did.”
“Daddy!”
“What?” He gave her an innocent look. He wrote Mari’s Rules on the top in surprisingly neat handwriting.
Yeah. Right. Innocent, her butt. The man knew exactly what he was doing.
“Before I do this, do you have any hard limits?”
“Um, like you mean things like blood play.” She shuddered. She’d had enough of needles. It just didn’t seem sexy to her at all.
“Yep. Exactly like that. Although I should tell you that while I will always try to give you whatever you want or need, blood play is definitely not my thing. I also don’t go to BDSM clubs, not anymore. Not since I was younger.” He appeared thoughtful. “They don’t hold good memories for me.”
“Why not?”
“Ahh, because that was where I met my ex. And also where she met her current husband, while still dating me.”