For the last several hours, she’d been trying her damndest to focus on the movies in front of her and not her impending punishment.
She’d failed rather spectacularly. Just as he’d planned.
See? Asshole.
Needless to say, by the time the final end credits scene played, she was a bundle of nervous energy. So much so that she was nearly vibrating with it when he leaned over, his voice low for only her to hear, and whispered in her ear.
“Bedtime, babygirl.”
“It’s only ten,” she whispered back, knowing it wouldn’t actually help but desperate to stall for time.
“Samantha.”
“What are you two whispering about over there?”
Ethan. There was no way Dylan would push the issue of her bedtime in front of him. “Just trying to decide if we’re up for another movie.”
Her son’s smile flashed. Whatever they’d talked about while she’d been finishing her lunch, Ethan seemed back to his usual self and they’d enjoyed a lovely afternoon together with the next few movies on their list. Thank god. She still wasn’t sure what she would have done if she’d had to choose between him and Dylan.
“It’s only ten. Night’s still young. I’m going to grab another beer, anyone want one?”
“I’m good, thanks.” Maybe turning down the offer of another drink would win her some points with the man seated next to her.
But judging by the look he pinned her with when Ethan disappeared into the kitchen, probably not.
“Pushing your luck, babygirl.”
“But it’s the weekend.” Pouting up at him, she placed a hand on his chest and gave him her best puppy dog eyes. “Can’t I stay up foronemore movie, Daddy?”
“Ifyou hadn’t been so naughty earlier andifyou had asked me ahead of time, we might have been able to negotiate a later bedtime. But you were a very naughty Little girl, weren’t you, Sammie?”
He’d deliberately used her “Little” nickname and damn him, it was working. A guilty flush crept into her cheeks as she nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s right. So when Ethan comes back, you are going to tell him you’re more tired than you realized and you will excuse yourself to go to bed. And then we are going to have averylong discussion about what it means to obey your Daddy.”
Before she could argue further, Ethan returned, beer in one hand and the bag of chips Dylan had picked up for him in the other. “All right,” he said as he dropped down into the armchair he’d claimed earlier. “I think we’re up to Iron Man 2 since youheathens insisted on watching in chronological order instead of release order as God intended.”
She should be a good girl and tell him she was tired like Daddy had told her to. God knew she was already in so much trouble.
But going to bed meant facing whatever devious punishment her Daddy had in mind. And, well, if she was being entirely honest with herself she just didn’t want to. Her son was home and she wanted to spend time with him.
And that was that, as far as she was concerned.
“Sounds right,” she said instead, reaching for the remote to hit play on the next movie in their lineup.
Beside her, Dylan stiffened but didn’t contradict her. Which ironically only served to heighten her awareness of him and how very, very naughty she was being.
When a few minutes passed without him dragging her off to bed, she tried to relax. But just when she was finally settling in, her phone buzzed.
Daddy:
You are in so much trouble, naughty girl.
Need flared between her thighs at the simple, direct message.
Sam:
I’m sorry.
