“You’re ours, princess. You need to start believing it. And I like doing this. Providing for you. This is relaxing and you’re kind of ruining it for me.”
She stared at him. “Sorry. I’ll try not to do that anymore.”
“Good.” He nodded and put the bucket and shovel set in the cart. “So, you’ll be grabbing that dump truck and digger you’ve been looking longingly at then.”
Oh. He was so sneaky. But she nodded and added them to the cart. “I don’t know what you’ll get me for Christmas if we’re buying all this now.”
“I’ll leave that up to Santa.” He winked at her.
She grinned. As they walked towards the back of the shop, she heard some laughter. Spotting a big window, she moved closer and looked down at a large room filled with colorful play equipment. There was a huge bouncy slide. Several giant bouncy pillows were set into the floor. A big castle with more slides coming down from it. An enormous ball pit was in the middle of the room. A bubble machine sent bubbles flying through the room.
The laughter was coming from several women and a couple of men running around and playing.
“What’s that?”
Wolfe looked down. “Oh, that’s the Littles play area. If their Daddies want to go shopping alone, they can leave them there. Or they can stay and watch. You can’t see it from here, but there’s a small café and eating area off to the side.”
“Can we go down there?” It looked like so much fun.
“No.”
“Please, Wolfie.”
He shook his head. “Your ankle is still weak. You’re not bouncing around and possibly injuring yourself. Again.”
She pouted. “Please.”
He pointed a finger at her. “Stop that. Now.”
She sniffed. “Just for a little bit. I’ll be so careful. Please. Please. Please.”
“No. Not happening.”
She thumped her foot down on the ground. Her good foot. She wasn’t silly. “But, Wolfie—”
Smack!
Turning, she gaped at him, her hand going behind to touch her bottom. Which he’d just smacked. In public.
“Wolfe!”
“What?” He peered down at her inquisitively.
“You can’t do that! In public!” She looked around frantically. But nobody was close by.
“Course I can. You were about to throw a tantrum. I stopped it. Perfectly acceptable.”
Maybe to him. The rat!
He started steering her away. She tugged at his hand again, looking back longingly.
“Princess, behave yourself or it will be straight home and into time-out for you,” he warned.
“We’re not going straight home?”
“No. Although, keep being naughty and it will turn into some lines and corner time.”
Okay. She was shutting up now.
“Where are we going?” she asked as soon as they were back in the car.
Wolfe reached over and did up her seatbelt. Safety first.
After he’d done up his belt, the car took off. The driver had stored all the toys they’d bought in the trunk of the car.
“It’s a surprise. You’ll just have to wait and see.”
Damn it. Patience wasn’t her strong suit. Luckily, it wasn’t long until the car pulled up outside of one of the tallest buildings she’d seen here. It was huge with big columns out the front and a large number of stairs leading up to the enormous double doors. “What is this?”
Wolfe guided her up to the doors. They walked into a foyer with beautiful teal-colored tiles on the floor. Her breath caught. Already she could sense this place held a lot of history. It was quiet and that smell . . . leather and paper.
A library. She nearly squealed in delight as they walked into an enormous domed room. The ceiling was a work of art. The dome was a light green glass then around the base of it were hand-painted images. Not of people but of the desert. Of the ocean. Birds. Lizards. Other wildlife. She just stood there and gazed up, she nearly lost her footing as she moved around, trying to take it all in.
Wolfe grabbed her waist to steady her. “Careful.”
“Sorry.” She giggled. “Ooh, do we have to be quiet in here?”
He shrugged. “It’s not a rule or anything. Come on. Let’s find you some books to read.” He led her through the stacks. Sometimes she’d stop to look at a carved statue or painting or some of the books. He led her to the back area. There didn’t seem to be anyone back here. She bent down to look at some of the titles on the lower shelf when Wolfe squeezed her ass.
“Wolfe!” she said in a whisper-yell. “What are you doing?”
“Shh,” he told her. “As long as you’re quiet, we won’t attract any attention.”
What the hell, he couldn’t mean that he wanted to . . . she gasped as he ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and under her skirt to cup her ass.
“Damn, you have panties on.”
She straightened. “Wolfe, we can’t. It’s a library.”
“So? Are orgasms not allowed in libraries?”
Well, she was pretty sure it was a rule. He nibbled at her neck, crowding her against the stack so she couldn’t move.
“Grasp hold of the shelf in front of you and don’t move your hands,” he commanded.
She shivered.
Holy. Hell.
His hand cupped her ass and she let out a small groan.
“Even though there’s no one down here, you’re still going to have to be quiet, understand?”
“Wolfe, no, we can’t.” But her heart was beating fast, excitement filling her. She’d never have thought she would be into this. But it seemed the risk of getting caught was just turning her on even more.
“If you really don’t want this, tell me.” He moved his hand around to cup her pussy. “Just say your safeword. All right?”
Her breath came in erratic pants. She felt like she should protest. But she wasn’t about to say her safeword.
His other hand, which had been resting on the stacks, moved to cup her breast. He plucked at her nipple making her groan again.
“Do I need to gag you?”
She shook her head.
“You’ll be a good girl and stay quiet for me?”
She nodded.
Then he was pushing her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them.
“Push your legs apart and stay very still,” he commanded. He ran his hand up her inner thigh to her pussy then he thrust two fingers deep inside her.
Oh hell.
She clung to the shelves, her legs shaking at the onslaught of pleasure. She bit down on her lip to hold in her cries as he finger fucked her.
In and out. Hard. Fast. There was no gentle build-up and she was grateful for it since she didn’t know how long she could stay standing.
He withdrew his fingers and started flicking her clit, circling it then rubbing it. She couldn’t last. She was shaking, her eyes closed. She’d have to rely on him to watch out for any other library patrons because she was beyond caring.
Her orgasm caught her by surprise, rolling over her hard and fast. She gasped then closed her mouth against a shout of pleasure. As her legs went weak, he grasped her around the hips and turned her.