Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) by Laylah Roberts (good book club books txt) 📗

tampons.” He spun Georgina around until she was facing him then placed his finger under her chin, tilting her face up. “Why didn’t you tell me it was that time of the month? I would have gotten you everything you needed when I went out yesterday.”

“It’s not that time of the month,” she squeaked out.

“Wow, that was really sweet of you, boss man. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“To what? Buy sanitary products?”

“Some men act like they’re going to infect them with some horrible venereal disease or something,” Kiesha said. “I brought them just in case. A girl needs to be prepared for anything. Anyhoo, I’ve got to go, I’ve got work to do.”

Ed glared over at Kiesha. “Which is where you should be instead of here.”

“I needed to check on Georgie.”

“Which you could have done after work,” he pointed out. “Instead, you called me into work to get me out of the house then snuck in here.”

“When you put it like that it sounds bad.”

“It is bad! Kiesha—”

“I’m going. I’m going. Sheesh.”

“We are not finished with this conversation. You also traveled out here on your scooter in this weather. That’s not safe. Jonny Jacks called me as I was on my way home to tell me that you nearly slid off the road down by the church.”

“Jonny Jacks,” she spat out. “You’d think he’d have better things to do with his time than tattle on me. I’m going to lay a complaint about him for stalking me.”

“Kiesha,” he said sternly.

“Gotta go! You need any girl time, Georgie, just call me. We’ll send Ed out for more tampons. Toodles.”

She high-tailed it out of there, leaving silence in her wake. She’d also left all the sex toys. Shoot. Georgina swallowed heavily. Even though she hadn’t realized that Kiesha was going to do any of that, she still felt guilty as hell. Of course, that could partly be due to the dildo to the eye incident.

“Don’t call it the dildo to the eye incident,” he grumbled, holding up the bag of frozen peas to his eye. “You realize she’s going to tell everyone. I’m never going to live it down.”

“I’m so sorry. Really. I didn’t mean to do it.”

“Hush. I know you didn’t. I’m not mad.”

She bit at her lip. She’d heard that before. And then she’d be given the cold shoulder for days in punishment. She would rather he just yelled at her, got it out of his system.

“Hey, look at me. Georgie. Look at me.”

“Couldn’t you just tell me what you really think? How you’re mad at me for giving you a black eye with a dildo and embarrassing you. I’d rather you did that than you were silently mad at me for days.”

Her breathing came faster.

“Georgie—”

“I hate when people pretend everything is all right when it isn’t. It’s not fair to say everything is okay or you understand or whatever, then wallow in things and give people the silent treatment.”

“All right. Stop. Just stop.” His hands went around her waist and he lifted her onto the counter. Stuff was shoved aside and the butt plugs fell to the floor. Then he had her chin in his hand, and her gaze was caught by his.

“Listen to me. Are you hearing what I say?”

She nodded.

“Words,” he said in a commanding voice.

“I’m listening.”

He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “Good girl. Now, I promise that if I say something is all right, I mean it. I’m not secretly stewing over something or upset.”

She licked her lips nervously. “What happens if I disappoint you? Or make you mad?”

He stared at her for a long moment. “What are you worried will happen?”

A sigh escaped her lips. “It’s really annoying when someone answers a question with a question.”

His lips twitched. “Sorry, you’re right. I guess that would depend on the circumstances. I’d try to talk it out with you.

“You won’t freeze me out? Stop talking to me?”

“No. I can promise I won’t do that to you, ever. If I’m upset about something to do with you, then I will tell you. And if you do something that warrants punishment, I promise that punishment won’t ever consist of the silent treatment. It’s more likely to result in you getting a red ass.”

“Ed!”

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He watched as heat filled her cheeks.

Maybe it was a bit mean of him, but he enjoyed making her blush. Seeing the sparks shooting from her eyes as she glared at him. Much better than the emotionless mask she used to hide what she was really thinking. Having her angry and blushing was definitely preferable to seeing her look ashamed or stressed as she had just before.

“You cannot spank me.”

“I can’t? Hmm, that’s a shame. Been dreaming about turning you over my knee, pulling your pants down, and taking my hand to that lily-white ass.”

“You’re the sheriff!”

“So? That means I don’t get to spank you?”

“It . . . I . . . I’m an FBI agent! FBI agents don’t get spanked.”

He grinned. “They don’t? What do they get? Reprimanded? Scolded? Or do they get put in the naughty corner?”

“Ed!” She held her hands up to her cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re saying these things.”

“We should talk about the consequences for breaking the rules. Especially as I have a feeling that you might have broken a few already.” He glanced sternly down at the cup of coffee on the counter. “That your first cup?”

He placed his hand around it before she could answer. “I’m thinking not, since it’s still slightly warm and the coffee pot is nearly empty.”

She gave him a guilty look. Yeah, just what he’d thought.

“I can’t survive on one cup of coffee a day, Ed. That’s barbaric. It’s cruel and unusual punishment. Much like having to call my mother.” She winced as her phone rang. “Which I really need to do.”

He raised his eyebrows. She seemed to have a strained relationship with her mother. “I’ll go get your phone. You can talk to your mother. Then you can explain why