The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection Frost, J (good beach reads .TXT) 📖

I’m close enough to the handset that I can hear the other person speaking, although it’s not a voice I recognize. It’s a man’s voice, low and authoritative.

“You’ll appreciate I have no warm feeling for Mr. Errol. His actions towards my pet were reprehensible. Laurel may have forgiven him as part of her recovery, but I have not.”

“I understand,” Logan says. “Rick would like to apologize. Would you and Laurel be open to an apology, or is it too little, too late?”

The other man grumbles. “I’d need to think on it.”

“Fair enough,” Logan says. “Rick’s having a party on Friday night. Would you consider coming up? We can all sit down on Saturday and see if there’s something we can work out, but Friday, just enjoy Rick’s hospitality?”

“Is this a play party?” the other man asks.

“Definitely. I’m not sure if there will be any other pets there, but if it would make you and Laurel more comfortable, I’d be happy to bring Emily as a puppy.”

He would? I lift my head so I can look up at him and give him a huge smile. I really want to be his kinky, ninja puppy.

“That’s generous of you, and yes, that would help. Laurel’s very eager to meet you and your baby girl, which is unusual because she doesn’t warm to people quickly. I don’t want to disappoint her, but I also don’t want to put her in any situation where she’s forced to relive the events of that weekend.”

“Agreed. We’ll abide by any conditions you set. I don’t want to trigger her, either.”

The man sighs. “All right. Yes, yes, petto, we’ll go.” He chuckles. “Laurel’s excited. We’ll fly up Friday and plan to stay until Sunday afternoon.”

“Great. I’ll have Rick’s manager get in touch with you about the flights. Instead of a hotel, can I offer you our guest bedroom? I have a playroom at the house if you’d like to use it, and, as I mentioned at the beginning of our conversation, I’m a member of Blunts and you’d be welcome at the club as my guest if you need a different play space.”

“Again, very generous. We’re strangers, Mr. Logan. Why would you open your home to strangers?”

Daddy shrugs against me, even though whomever he’s talking to can’t see his gesture. “Other than wanting to protect both Laurel and my client, I don’t really have an answer for you. If it makes you uncomfortable, Rick’s manager will arrange a hotel room.”

“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable,” the man says. “I’d much prefer to stay where we have a play space, particularly if you have enough room for Laurel’s travel crate.”

“Yes, no problem. If the crate’s too big for the guest room, you can set it up in the playroom. Plenty of open space down there and there’s a bed as well. I’ve also got a small cage if you’d rather use that.”

“Sounds ideal, thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Logan says. “Is this the best number for you?”

“Yes. I’m on this number all day. If you don’t mind, I’ll give you a call tomorrow when I’ve had some time to think. I might have some ideas on how to deal with Mr. Errol’s problem. And I’ll want to set some boundaries on his interactions with Laurel.”

Logan nods and when his chin brushes my hair, he dips his head and kisses my forehead before he says, “That sounds fine. Let me give you my cell number so you can reach me tomorrow.”

He reels off his number and the man repeats it back to him before they say goodbye.

Logan leans over me to replace the phone handset in its base, then leans back in his chair with a creak of leather and springs and gives me a big cuddle.

“That was Laurel Radford’s Dom,” he says after a happy, snuggly while.

“I figured.”

“I should have asked you if you were okay with them staying with us before I extended the invite. Sorry, little love. I keep dropping social obligations on you.”

“No, it’s okay, Daddy. From everything you’ve said, I’m looking forward to meeting them. And I can’t wait to be your puppy. Can I be a kinky, ninja puppy?”

He chuckles and kisses my forehead again. “Yes, you can be a kinky, ninja puppy. We’ll have Lizbeth and the girls up next week and then that’s the end of socializing for a while, huh? It can be just you and me. Maybe until Niall, Shaan, and Vashi get here.”

They’re coming at the end of September, nearly a month from now. I do burn out from too much people, but I’m not feeling overtaxed at the moment. I loved the High Protocol dinner, despite Miranda’s presence, and Daddy said we could have some couples from the playgroup over soon, and I was hoping that if that goes well, I could have some of the littles for a teddy bear’s picnic and sleepover. I don’t want to lose all that.

“I’m okay, Daddy. I promise I’ll tell you if I feel like it’s too much people. I’m doing good and I love all the entertaining we’ve done. I really want to have another play party or High Protocol dinner soon. They were both so much fun. I promise I’m good. Promise-promise.”

“Pinkie promise?”

He holds up his pinkie and I hook it and shake. My silly, wonderful daddy.

“Can I wear something really pretty today? Like one of the dresses you bought me for the cruise?”

“Mmm, I had something else in mind, but you can veto it.”

I don’t want to veto what he’s picked. “Wearing what you want me to wear makes me happy,” I whisper.

He squeezes me against his broad, firm chest. “That’s my girl. I don’t think I’m going to get my little girl’s pussy in a bed this morning, am I?”

It’s not looking good, with Miranda showing up so early. “Let me worship you instead, Daddy?”

“Mmm, you are such a sweetie. Shut the door, then come kneel.”

I do, and Logan fucks my face for ten blissful, breathless minutes, before he fills my