“Yeah,” Kendrick said. “It’s what the Daddy Guard does.”
John could tell Trixie was still thinking about it all. A moment later, she said, “It’s quite a plan. I hate we have to involve the other people.” She giggled. “But I have to admit it’ll be cool meeting movie stars!”
The guys laughed.
“Just wait until you meet them,” Jack said. “Harrison and Stryker are the coolest.” He made a show of looking around the room. “I mean, they fund all this, after all. The Daddy Guard is their creation.”
“Well, I’m grateful for them,” Trixie said.
“This could end up being easy,” John told them all. “We get the files in Vegas, immediately pass ‘em to the Feds, and the others get Stark. I’m willing to bet a month’s salary that he’s a coward. He’ll fold easily.”
“I hope you’re right,” Jack said. “But Stark was unpredictable on the force. If we have that evidence, though, it would probably go a long way in getting him to cooperate.”
“Yeah, even a moron like that is smart enough to not want to be tied to the mob,” Matteo said with a laugh.
The group chatted for a few more moments before dispersing.
“Dinner will be ready in an hour or so,” Kendrick told them all as he headed out of the den.
“You’re cooking?” Jack asked.
“Yeah.”
“Thanks for the warning. I might get takeout.”
John just chuckled.
He was ready for dinner. But he was ready for something else first.
Holding Trixie for so long had only deepened his desire. It had been raging since he’d disciplined her earlier.
And it had nothing to do with the spanking.
He wasn’t a damn sadist. It didn’t bring him joy inflicting pain on his sweet baby. Even though it didn’t harm her. He’d never do that!
It might have hurt her in the moment, but that was different than harm.
Still, he didn’t get off on all that.
What did it for him was the fact that he was keeping her safe. Protecting his babygirl. Making sure his cutie learned a lesson for her own good.
It was all done out of love.
And that’s what had John burning with white-hot desire.
Love.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Trixie swore there was a palpable heat radiating off John as he carried her back into her bedroom.
She felt warm too.
How could she not? He’d held her so tightly, so sweetly, down there in the den. His tender kisses had been softly delivered as she sat on his lap, just listening to the conversation.
At one point he’d moved his lips to her neck, forcing her to scrunch it up, and it was all she could do not to turn around to face him, grinding on him right then and there in front of everyone.
But she’d managed to hold off, though just barely.
