Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Definitely always a good girl. That’s why I can’t understand why you’re always spanking me.” She pouted as she rubbed her bottom.
It was still stinging. She definitely wouldn’t be sitting comfortably this afternoon.
She still couldn’t believe that Hatter had tracked red footprints through the house.
“Hmm, well if you didn’t disobey me, then you wouldn’t get spanked, would you?”
“Well, that would make your life easier, huh?”
“It sure would. But it would probably be a lot more boring, too.” Duke winked at her. “Have you got your cupcakes, baby?”
“Yep, they’re all packed up and ready to roll.” She skipped over to the container and opened it to show him the undecorated cupcakes inside. “I’m going to set up a cupcake decorating station. I checked with Betsy, and she thought it was a good idea. So I’ve got all the icing already made up in separate containers, a bunch of piping bags and then these little decorations that I bought. Oh, and sprinkles and edible glitter. You have to have sprinkles and edible glitter, right?”
“Everything is better with sprinkles and glitter,” he agreed as he put the lid on. “I know that we had a lot of fun that time you were covered in sprinkles.”
“Duke!” Sunny went red as she playfully smacked him on the chest. “It was fun, though. Even if cleaning up all those sprinkles the next day wasn’t. I found those for weeks afterward.”
Sprinkles hid away in the most unusual places, the sneaky little things.
“Worth it,” he said, picking up the container of cupcakes to carry them out to his truck. He set them down carefully in the backseat before opening the front passenger door and lifting Sunny up to set her down inside.
“Ouch, don’t put me down so hard,” she complained as her bottom let out a protest. “I really think you could have waited until later to spank me.”
“But this is going to mean that the memory will stay in your mind for a lot longer,” he said. “And maybe you’ll stay out of trouble for a while.”
“I’m never in trouble,” she told him.
He just snorted, which she thought was very rude.
Doing up her seatbelt, he checked it, then kissed her. “All safe and ready to go.”
She studied him for a moment. “Is everything all right?”
“Of course it is. I just want you to know that you’re all I’ve ever wanted. And I’m so lucky to have you.”
Sunny smiled as warmth filled her. Actually, she thought she was the lucky one.
6
SPIKE AND MILLY
“Come on, Mr. Fluffy.” Millie tugged at Mr. Fluffy’s leash as she attempted to get him out the door. “We’re gonna be late if you don’t move.”
“Millie, leave him. I’ll get him,” Spike ordered as he walked out of the kitchen.
“I don’t know what his problem is. He loves barbecues. And picnics. I think it’s because he saw me pack his earmuffs. He hates the earmuffs.”
“Pretty sure he doesn’t need the earmuffs,” Spike said as he walked over.
“No, he never seems that bothered by loud noises,” she admitted. “But what if today is the one day he hates the sound of the fireworks? I’ll bring them just in case. That’s if he actually gets in the truck. I don’t want to leave him alone in case he freaks out.”
Spike stared down at Mr. Fluffy skeptically. “What would he do when he freaks out?”
“I don’t know. Maybe he’d run around? Pant? Cry?”
“All of those require energy. Think we’re safe.”
But Spike crouched down and picked Mr. Fluffy up in his arms and carried him to the backseat of the truck. Millie had a blanket and some pillows set up for him, as well as his favorite toy.
“See, Mr. Fluffy? I’ve got Ducky for you. You love Ducky!” She held the toy in front of his face, but he simply let out a huff and lay down.
“Why do you think that Ducky is his favorite?” Spike asked as he closed the back door, then helped Millie into the front seat.
She was wearing the Fourth of July dress that she’d made especially for this barbecue. It had a sweetheart neckline that was tight around the bust, then cinched in at the waist with a belt, before falling into a series of pleats.
The material was red, white, and blue striped. She thought it was pretty adorable, and she had a huge straw hat to protect her skin from the sun.
She’d found a red ribbon to wrap around the top of it.
Unfortunately, Spike hadn’t been keen on wearing the shorts that she’d made for him. Maybe they had been a bit tight across the bottom, and she could possibly see his concern about bending over and having them split at the seams. Although he’d suggested that she make a pair of them for herself. But only to be worn at home, where just he could see her.