“Your turn, Trouble. Go ahead and open your present.”
Unable to stop herself, Bliss ripped off the ribbon and yanked out the tissue paper. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!”
Tipsy stared up at her, golden eyes gleaming in the Christmas lights. She lifted her friend with gentle hands and hugged her to her chest. Connor had given the girls stuffies of their own so she could have Tipsy back.
He’d had her spruced back up, so she looked brand new. Having her lynx back in her arms meant the world to her. She nuzzled Tipsy, closing her eyes, savoring the small miracle of having her old friend restored.
Soon, it was time for the girls to go back down for their naps. Bliss wasn’t sure, but what she needed one herself. Well, she wanted to go to bed anyway, although sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. After Connor pulled the girls’ door shut, she took his hand and led him back to their room.
“Are you tired of opening presents already?” Connor asked with a smile.
She allowed her eyes to slide from his face, down to his cock, and back up. “Not exactly,” she said.
Heat flared in his eyes. And his grin told her he was just as thrilled as she was by this private party in the middle of the chaos. This morning was theirs, all theirs, and it was perfect.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Bliss took Connor’s hand and led him through the living room, not stopping at the gorgeous tree her Daddy had done such an amazing job decorating for her.
“That’s not how these things work, babygirl.”
The growl in his voice should have warned her, but she was too focused on her plans. She let out a startled squeak when her world upended, and she found herself over his shoulder. “Daddy! I was going to give you one of your presents. You’re spoiling it!”
“I’m not spoiling anything, Trouble. I’m just helping us arrive at our destination sooner. I have something for you as well.”
She wanted to be excited about that, but there was something in his voice that sparked her nerves. She tried to scoot away when he set her on her feet in their bedroom, but he gave her one of those looks that told her to stay put.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her close. “There’s one decoration I only used in here, little girl. Can you find it?”
Scanning the room for decorations, she tried and failed to see anything new. “I don’t see it, Daddy. Where is it?”
“Look up.”
Following his directions, she looked at the ceiling. An entire branch wrapped in mistletoe extended from where they stood to the bed. Her pussy thrummed in anticipation.
“I’ve heard all about mistletoe, Daddy. Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
He nuzzled the sensitive skin of her neck and rumbled in her ear. “Oh, I am absolutely going to kiss you, babygirl.” Pulling back, he cupped her face in his hands. “You have filled this house with joy, Bliss.”
Her heart thundered so hard she found it hard to breathe. “It’s the least I can do after all you’ve given me. Oh!” She gasped as his lips found a spot on her neck that turned her legs to jelly.
“Mmm. You smell fantastic, like sweetness and light.” He pressed kisses along the rim of her jaw.
It was getting harder not to pant. “Thank you, Daddy.” He was taking over her plans. She was supposed to be ravishing him. That was the plan right up until the moment he wrapped her long hair around his hand and used the control that gave him to tilt her head to the side so he could kiss his way along her shoulder, uncovered as he nudged her top out of the way.
“Daddy, you need to stop.” She hated the whine in her voice, but if he didn’t stop her plans were going to fly out the window.
He lifted his lips from her shoulder and grinned. “I do? Now why would I want to do that, baby?”
Argh! “Because I’m supposed to be the one seducing you. Not the other way around.”
“Aah, I see.” He returned to feathering kisses along her collarbone. “Well, in that case, Trouble, don’t let me stop you. How do you plan on going about doing it?”
Bliss gasped. “I can’t tell you that! I’m supposed to just do it.”
He chuckled while kissing the hollow of her throat. That was just rude. Any second… Oh, god that felt so good… What was shedoing? Then she remembered her plan. Without thinking, she stomped her foot. “Daddy!”
“Don’t get upset—ouch! Trouble!”
