Once he finished, he began to push the cart. “Anything else you need?”
Lacy nodded and went to the driver’s door. She pulled a cloth bag from under the seat and slung it over her shoulder. Then she hit the lock button and after making sure she had her keys in her pocket, she closed the door.
“Secured for the weekend. Or until we need to go somewhere,” she said with a smile as she skipped back to his side. “Let the weekend begin.”
He began to push the cart across the parking lot, already planning a quiet evening for his little girl in preparation for a busy, busy weekend that would start the next morning.
Chapter 11
“I’ve changed my mind,” Drake said once they opened the door between their rooms and finished unloading the hotel cart. “We’re going to postpone your spanking until later.”
“We are?” Lacy asked, even as her pussy clenched with anticipation at what he might be planning instead. After all, it had been more than six months since they’d been together and just seeing him had her thinking of tearing off his clothes and climbing him like a tree.
“Yes, we are. After we take the cart back downstairs, we’re going to look around the hotel and grounds. You can bring your camera and take shots of the hotel for the convention while we figure out where we’ll shoot tomorrow. We can also check out where the signing and other events will take place and have dinner before we come back upstairs. Then we’ll deal with your punishment, share a shower, and settle in for snuggles and a movie.”
“Sounds like a plan, but we could just put off the spanking forever and it wouldn’t bother me.”
Drake smirked as he shook his head at her. She might be getting a short reprieve, but eventually her ass would have to pay the price for her earning a speeding ticket. When her stomachbegan to feel squirmy with guilty wiggly worms, she wondered if waiting was really the right thing to do.
Without another word, she unpacked her camera. After slinging the strap over one shoulder, she slipped her wallet, phone, and keycard into the pockets of her jeans.
Once she had everything she thought she would need, Lacy turned to Drake. “I’m ready.”
“Excuse me, who?”
“I’m ready, Daddy,” she corrected herself.
“Good girl,” he said, stepping up and giving her a big hug.
Lacy clung to him, pressing her cheek to his shoulder where she could hear his strong, steady heartbeat. Taking a deep breath, she smiled at the scent of his spicy citrusy cologne. It felt so good to be held, she wondered if they could skip right to the cuddles, even though she really did need to familiarize herself with the hotel’s layout and find a few places that would be good to shoot with the models in the morning.
“Come on, little girl. We’ve got to get out of here,” Drake finally said as his hold on her loosened.
“Don’t wanna,” she whined, tightening her arms around his middle.
A sharp smack to her left ass cheek had her lifting her head and pouting up at him. “Ouchie, Daddy.”
“Yes, and unless you want to go exploring around the hotel with a hot ass, you’ll let go so we can leave.”
With the biggest sigh she could give, Lacy stepped back. “That’s mean. I just wanted to hold you for a while longer.”
Drake took her hand and led the way out of the room and down the hall toward the elevators. “I know. If I could, I’d hold you from now until I had to get back on the plane on Sunday. But we have responsibilities that mean we can’t stand here for the next three days cuddling. Besides, I’m getting hungry, and I’m sure you need to drink some water.”
Lacy released another sigh. “Probably. I am a little thirsty.”
“Which means you probably need to drink a lot of water. I’ll have to keep an eye on you this weekend to make sure you’re drinking enough.”
Lacy pulled a face. “Water’s boring.”
Drake smiled at her as they stepped out of the elevator into the hall not too far from the lobby. “Maybe so, but you need to drink it. Now, where do you want to start?”
Lacy shrugged. While she’d been taking pictures for years, and actually selling them for the past few months, this was her first convention where she would have multiple models to work with and would need more than one background. Using her room would be fine for the more risqué outfits and poses, but outside that, she wasn’t sure what she was looking for.
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Then it’s a good thing I have, isn’t it?”
Lacy blinked and thought about it. Drake had been in the business for several years and had done dozens of shoots at conventions. “You’re right. You have. So, what kind of backgrounds should we be looking for?”
