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I swing around to look at him, surprised.

“Really?” I ask. “No one told me. Which part of the test did he fail?”

Owen grins at me.

“Both. He couldn’t hack the written or the driving. But I swear, sweetheart. I had nothing to do with it,” he says, holding his hands up in innocence. “That boy is just dumb.”

I take a deep breath while shaking my head.

“I can’t believe it,” I murmur to myself. “To think that I used to be so hung up on Kaylee and Ryder’s cheating ways.”

Owen grins at me and chucks me under the chin.

“No, you never were hung up on them,” he reassures me. “And if you were, it was only for an hour because I swept in during your time of need and comforted you.”

I giggle.

“Somehow, I don’t think ‘comfort’ is the right word.”

Owen merely raises his eyebrows and grins again.

“Speak for yourself, sweetheart. I think ‘comfort’ is absolutely the right word for what we did in that hotel ballroom.”

I laugh, so grateful for this man because he sees the humor in every situation, no matter how titillating or how ridiculous.

“It wasn’t the hotel ballroom. It was the hotel lobby! No, not even. It was the hallway.”

He chuckles again.

“You’re right. Maybe we should have taken it to our rooms, but I had a good thing on my hands, and I wasn’t about to miss out on one second of satisfaction.”

I giggle again as we reach our house. Owen unlocks the front door, and I wheel Rose inside. The baby’s sleeping peacefully, and we carefully place her in her crib before going to our love nest.

“Now, do you want to play, sweetheart?” Owen asks me. “Like I said, bad girls get lollipops in their you-know-wheres, and you’ve been very bad today.”

I giggle and sit up straight.

“No, where, Daddy? Where do I get a lollipop? What flavor will it be?”

He grins before reaching into his pocket.

“I got you a ring pop today, baby girl,” he says, showing off a plastic ring with a huge candy attached. “I think it’s strawberry. Would you like that in your kitty, sweetheart? Would this feel good?”

My cheeks flush because I love indulging in the DD/lg lifestyle with Owen. But before we assume our roles fully, I stop him.

“By the way, what’s going to happen to your daughter?” I ask slowly. “Not Rosey, but your older daughter June. I know that there was definitely a lot of drama there. Is June going to be okay?”

After all, Owen’s daughter didn’t accept our relationship at first. But my man has his ways, and he’s able to make good decisions even in stressful situations. He pauses and looks at me, his expression neutral.

“Well, we’ve decided to initiate June again,” he says lightly.

I stare at him, nonplussed.

“But she swore off Dads and Daughters. I thought June hated the group and believes it’s a cult.”

He nods.

“Yes, but some of the brothers want to teach her a lesson. She’s ripe, curvy, and she could stand to learn a very sensual lesson, if you will.”

My mouth drops open.

“Are you serious? Like a group lesson?”

Owen nods, his blue eyes a bit shuttered.

“Sometimes, the best kind of medicine is the type that burns a little while it goes down, but also puts a fire in your belly. That’s the kind of lesson that my June needs. So yes, the last I heard, the Connaught Brothers are going to have their way with her.”

My eyes go wide.

“The Connaught Brothers?” I stammer. “But there’s three of them!”

Owen nods knowingly.

“Exactly. There are three, and to be honest, sweetheart, it’s going to take three men to tame June. My daughter needs that kind of discipline because she’s a wild filly. I spoiled her, so it’s my fault. But the brotherhood is going to step in now, and give her a thorough initiation for her own good.”

I gasp, hardly able to believe his words. But if Owen thinks that a three-on-one is what’s best for his daughter, then I support him in every way. He is my man after all, and he knows what’s best for June. He’s also a good father with good intentions, and I know that he’ll do what’s right for June, the same way he’ll do what’s right for Rose. I nod slowly before turning to him again.

“And by the way, did you know that Amanda at the club has never really used the facilities? She’s been with Dads and Daughters for over a year now, but it’s somehow slipped through her fingers. She keeps servicing out-of-town truckers who like it vanilla and never do anything special for her. The girl was utterly shocked when I told her about the dirty card game I attended long ago.”

Owen looks stumped as well.

“Really? Is this the Amanda who prepped you for your ceremony?”

I nod.

“Yes, the pretty brunette with the brown eyes. It’s hard to believe right? Usually, an older girl acts as the guide, but in this case, I was more experienced than her. I was telling Amanda about the card game where we performed in front of Brick, Brock and Nestor, and she was floored. I mean, not floored by how dirty it was, but she was kind of … wistful, is I guess how I would describe it. She’s never had anything like that happen to her because she keeps getting vanilla over and over again.”