Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Dylan
He put off leaving work as long as he could, and as a result, Sam’s car was already in the driveway when he got home.
God, this sucked. In a month he’d be walking away from her, perhaps forever, and already his heart was shattering at the thought of never seeing her again, never hearing her laugh, never watching the way her bottom turned that lovely shade of pink under his hand when she’d been naughty.
That last point was what forced him out of the car and into the house. If he only had a month left with her, then he was damn well going to make the most of the time they had.
She wasn’t where he’d expected to find her, curled up on the living room couch with a book, waiting for him to get home and either pour her a glass of wine or tell her to change into her Little girl pajamas. The mood he was in, he was definitely leaning toward the latter.
But she wasn’t there, and he frowned at the empty couch.
“Sammie?”
“Bedroom!”
What was his babygirl up to? Maybe she’d taken matters into her own hands and she was waiting for him in their bed, wearing one of those sexy little lingerie numbers she sometimes liked to surprise him with.
Feeling more chipper than he had when he’d first gotten home, he made his way to the bedroom.
And froze dead in his tracks at the sight that greeted him.
His Sammie-girl was there, but not waiting for him on the bed like he’d expected. Instead, she was cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by what looked like a dozen empty boxes, two rolls of shipping tape, and a whole package of multicolored permanent markers.
“Umm… what are you doing?”
Twisting around, she grinned up at him. “Packing. Well, right now I’m mostly sorting out what I should just go ahead and get rid of.
At first I figured I could get rid of most of my sweaters and stuff, but then I realized I have no idea what part of California we’re moving to.
So I’ve been separating things into piles.
Definitely keep, maybe keep, definitely give away.
There’s a lot in the give-away pile. I never realized I had so many clothes I actually really hate. ”
Stunned, he could only stare down at her as his brain tried to process what she was telling him. “California. You… You’re coming with me?”
“I am.” Uncertainty flickered across her face. “I mean, if you want me to, of course. I’m gonna feel kinda silly if I bought all this packing stuff and you don’t want me to come.”
“Baby.” Needing a moment, he stopped, running a hand through his hair as he took in the mess around her. “Of course I want you to come with me. But I can’t ask you to do that. Your whole life is here.”
“No, Daddy.” Pushing up to her feet, she looped her arms around his neck, her lips curved up in a knowing smile. “My whole life is wherever you are.”
“Fuck.” Overcome, he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her. “I wanted to ask you. I wanted so fucking bad to get on my knees and beg you to come with me. And I know it’s selfish, but fuck I’m so happy right now, babygirl.”
“It isn’t selfish. As Ethan pointed out when he called me this afternoon and told me what a dumbass I was if I let you go, all my reasons for staying were just excuses. I’ve had a good life here, Dylan, but the life I want? It’s with you. Wherever that may be.”
Lifting his head, he stared down at her again. “Ethan called you a dumbass?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it. He’s grounded forever.”
Head thrown back, she laughed, the sound of it filling the room. “That’s what I said. But he’s right. It would have been the worst kind of mistake to let you leave without me.”
“You’re sure? Like, really sure about this? What about your job and the house and—”
“I already put in my notice at work. And before you get all martyry about it, I’ve been wanting to quit for a while.
This just gave me the push I needed. It might take me a minute to find something new out there and to sell the house, but I’ve got enough saved up to cover the mortgage for a few months at least.”
“No, I’ll cover it. We shouldn’t dip into your savings unless we absolutely need to.”
“Dylan, I can’t possibly ask you to do that.”
“You aren’t asking. Daddy is telling you that he’ll take care of it.”
Need flared in her eyes, her pupils darkening as he slid his hands down to grip her ass. “Oh. But it’s too much. I can’t possibly—”
“Babygirl, trust me. It’s not too much. Not only was I offered a very generous compensation package, they also gave me a hefty sign-on bonus.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Define generous. Wait, never mind, that’s none of my business.”
“Everything about me is your business, Samantha Kay.” And because it was, he told her what his salary was, along with the bonus. Which gave him the distinct pleasure of watching her mouth fall open.
“You… that’s… you can't be serious,” she squeaked.
“I am. So you take your time looking for a job, babygirl. Hell, quit working altogether and just find a hobby. Learn to dance. Or sew or make baskets or whatever the hell you want. I don’t give a fuck what you do. Daddy’s going to take care of you.”
“Absolutely not. I can pay my own bills, Dylan.”
Delighted by her, he raised a brow in mock sternness. “Are you arguing with your Daddy, little girl?”
As he’d hoped, her breath caught at his words and she squirmed in his arms. “Maybe a little.”
“Then maybe you need a ‘little’ reminder about who’s in charge around here.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled her down over his left knee and pushed her leggings and panties to her knees.
Cupping one gorgeously round cheek in his palm, he gave it a firm squeeze.
“Daddy’s going to take care of you, babygirl.
If you want to work, then you can go back to work.
But you will take your time and you will tell me if your new job is making you miserable. Am I understood?”
Two hard swats to her bottom drew a yelp from the stunning woman over his knee. “Yes, Daddy!”
Chuckling, he started spanking in earnest, hard enough to have her whining for him to stop as she wriggled over his thigh.
“You are going to let me take care of you, and you are going to let me make you happy. Not just satisfied or content, but happy.” Her bottom turned pink under his hand and his cock jerked in his pants at the sight.
“If I find out you’re suffering at some job you hate because you think you have to ‘pay your own way’ or any other such ridiculous notion, I will spank that nonsense right out of your head.
Am I making myself perfectly clear, Samantha Kay? ”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“Good. Because I love you too fucking much to let you spend a single minute of our life together being anything less than deliriously, ridiculously, over-the-top happy.”
When her bottom was a nice bright pink, he gave her a final heavy swat. “Get that pretty little butt of yours in bed, babygirl. Daddy’s hungry.”
Her giggles echoed around him as she climbed up into the bed they shared, her thighs falling open, welcoming him in.
Welcoming him home.
The End
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