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“I’m glad you told me what’s bothering you. I want to hear what’s happening inside your brain.”

“I’m really excited to go home now, Daddy.”

He leaned forward to kiss her lips before nuzzling his mouth next to her ear and whispering, “Drink your water.”

Her giggle went straight to his heart. Her worried tone had evaporated, and the stress lines around her mouth had vanished. Phineas kicked himself for not realizing she felt insecure. “You’re mine forever, Little girl.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

His heart brimmed with adoration for this enchanting woman. “I love you, Little girl. Now drive home safely. Fair warning, I’m going to make you say that four hundred times when I get home. Maybe even scream it,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at her suggestively.

When she blushed, he stood and closed her door with a firm hand. To his surprise, she rolled down the window a scant couple of inches to say, “I’ll try to wait.”

Instantly, the meaning of her statement aroused him. He pulled out his phone and sent her a message. “No touching, Little girl.”

She responded with a waving hand emoji. What did that mean? As her car drove away, Phineas shifted his cock in his pants. This would be a long afternoon.

Chapter Twenty-One

Curled up on the couch in the family room under the throw usually stretched across the back of the cushions, Tiffanie smiled when she heard the garage door open. Her Daddy was home. He didn’t linger but came in immediately, stopping in his tracks when he saw her.

“We need to talk about teasing Daddy,” he stated firmly.

“Okay, Daddy.” Tiffanie sat up, allowing the soft material to slide down her torso, revealing her bare skin.

His keys dropped from his hand onto the floor. “Princess…”

She loved that all words escaped him after the endearment. Feeling more powerful than she had for a long time, Tiffanie raised her hands to form a crown on her head. Her small breasts lifted slightly as he stared. “Daddy, if you’re going to call me Princess, I really need a tiara.”

He dragged the knot of his tie away from the collar to loosen the loop around his throat before yanking the garment off. Phineas didn’t glance at the nearby table but simply blindly tossed the strip of material in that direction. The silk tie landed on the floor.

She opened her mouth to laugh but froze in place as he pulled his belt off next. She swallowed hard as he wrapped the leather strip around his hand and walked closer. “I didn’t touch, Daddy. I was good.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Little girl.” He dropped the belt to the ground and didn’t glance away from her when the buckle rattled metallically on the plank floor. His hands rose to his neck, and he unbuttoned the front of his dress shirt.

She lowered her hands to the fabric draped over her legs and grabbed handfuls. Phineas usually wore polo shirts or sweaters to the library. Today, he had a meeting with an older donor who appreciated more traditional office attire. Tiffanie thought he was handsome in his attire, but watching his powerful hands that caressed her so well unfastening his shirt did something to her. She couldn’t tear her gaze from him.

“What happened to your clothes, Princess?”

“I got overheated,” she improvised.

“Hmm,” he hummed as he shrugged out of the garment.

“You look hot too, Daddy.”

“Oh, I’ve simmered all afternoon.”

The heat in his gaze boosted her confidence. She wanted to drive him crazy. “Do I get to caress myself now, Daddy?” she asked, pushing the cover off her lap entirely.

He shook his head to the side as if trying to control himself. “Yes, Tiffanie. Now that I’m home, Daddy gives you permission to play. Show me what you enjoy most, Princess.” He unzipped his trousers. Instantly, his thick shaft sprang free, straining against the thin material of his boxer briefs. He wrapped his fingers around himself and squeezed. His groan sent a shiver of excitement along her spine.

Tiffanie untucked her legs from underneath her bottom and set her feet on the edge of the seat cushion. As soon as she was in position, Phineas stepped out of his shoes while keeping his gaze centered on her. Deliberately, she spread her legs until her knees were about a foot apart.

“More, Princess,” he growled in a low tone that thrilled her. When she hesitated, he pushed his briefs and pants to the floor, stepping out of them without taking his focus off her.

When he stood, Tiffanie slowly perused his chiseled form. Who knew hauling books around made anyone that buff? “Daddy, you’re so hot.” She stroked her hands along the inside of her thighs, pressing them a few more inches apart to cup her mound.

Phineas walked toward her. His intense focus made her feel like prey. She shivered with arousal, wanting more. Tiffanie craved everything this dynamic man could share with her.