Chapter 100

“I doubt if you can last a full five minutes, mister.” She threw him a disdainful look.

“By God, you’ll be begging me to stop.” He almost flew out of his chair. “But first I’m going to wash out that mouth of yours with a bar of stable soap and then use my switch on your insolent behind all night long.”

“I don’t think you’re up to it, Daddy.” She blew him a kiss.

“Wh... what did you call me?” He looked bewildered.

“You’re twice my age, old man.” She purred. “You’re my Daddy Dearest.”

“Unbelievable.” He roared. “I’m only thirty nine and I’m going to show you how bad this ‘Daddy’ can be.”

Jeb Carson was a big man, tall and lean, and years of working in the outdoors, herding cattle and wrangling mustangs, had made him the tough no-nonsense man that he was.

Having a dainty little city slicker of a woman he just met making fun of him in his own house was more than he could bear.

Delilah shrieked as he roughly grabbed her by the wrist and duc