Before Belle can placate her, Zach is sitting up straight and lowering his sunglasses so he can peer over them at her. ‘You know we don’t use that word,’ he tells her firmly. ‘Don’t make me take you girls home.’ ‘Sorry, Daddy,’ she says meekly, and with that, he nods his approval, shoves his glasses back on and lies back. Holy fuck. What the hell was that, and why is my pussy clenching beneath these skimpy AF bottoms? It was his sternness, I decide. He was unequivocally stern just then, and it makes me want to earn a delicious scolding from him.
