Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Unable to resist, he grabbed her hips and kissed the well-groomed strip of hair that led to her slit. The intoxicating scent of her arousal filled his nose, tempting him, making him wonder about the wisdom of his decision not to have sex with her tonight.
Tonight wasn’t about getting his cock wet though. It was about making sure Gemma understood that he meant every word he’d said about being her Daddy. He wanted to show her how he intended to care for her in every way so she would have no lingering doubts about their relationship.
Gemma grabbed his shoulders and whimpered. “Daddy…”
He hadn’t been kidding. That was his new favorite word. Sitting back upright, he reached around to deftly unfasten her bra and let it slide down her arms.
The moment her full breasts were exposed, he licked his lips. The dusky-rose nipples were hard points demanding attention, and he slid his hands up her waist to flick his thumbs over the pretty tips.
When she rose onto her tiptoes and moaned, he lifted his gaze to her face. “You are the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, her cheeks a deep pink from embarrassment.
“In the tub before I change my mind and ravish you before I give you a bath.”
She let him take her hand to help her step into the water, but she was giggling. “You say that like it’s a horrible option.”
He chuckled. “Far from it.” He helped her sit before asking, “Do you have bath toys, Little Bee?”
She nodded. “Under the sink.”
He opened the cabinet to pull out a hot-pink bucket, enjoying the laughter that escaped her lips as he dumped the entire thing into the tub.
“Daddy!” she exclaimed. “That’s so many toys.”
It was. They were floating all around in the water now. Barbies and boats and fish and even some toys meant for squirting. “I’m going to assume from the assortment that you do at least sometimes take baths instead of showers.”
She nodded as she picked up a mermaid doll. “When I have time. I like to relax in the tub and pretend a Daddy is washing me while I play. Kinda sucks that I have to also go about the business of washing myself since make believe doesn’t get anyone clean.”
“Well, those days are over. No more pretending. I’m here now.” He picked up the floral bath soap from the edge of the tub and the loofah. “Do you want me to wash your hair, Little Bee?”
She tipped her head back and dropped the mermaid. “Oh, shoot. Right. And as tempting as that is, I don’t want to get it wet today. Can you grab me a hairband from the drawer?” She pointed to the correct drawer.
Anton stood and walked to the other end of the sink to grab the hairband before returning to find her gathering all the thick locks up on top of her head. Instead of handing her the band, he wrapped his hand around the gathered hair. “Let Daddy do it.”
She lowered her arms and tipped her head forward. As soon as he had her hair contained in a thick bun on top of her head, she looked up at him. “You better be real. If I wake up tomorrow and find out this was all a dream, I’m going to hunt you down and demand answers.”
He grinned and grabbed the soap and loofah once again. “If meeting you has all been a dream, I’m going to be horrifyingly disappointed too. At least I know where to find you when I wake up. Design Magic. Surely at least that part is real.”
“Where will I find you when we wake up?” she asked innocently.
“Six five seven Peppercorn Lane. I work from home most of the time. You can always show up at my door.” He lifted one of her arms to wash it.
“What would I say?” she asked, keeping this silly imaginary story going. “You’d think I was loony if I just showed up without you knowing who I was.”
“Nope. Don’t forget. I’m having the same dream, so I’d be relieved you came to me. And even if on the off chance I’m having a different dream, one look at you will be all it takes for me to invite you in for lemonade.”
“I like lemonade,” she announced. “Can we have it with cupcakes? I loved, loved, loved the ones we had last night at your sister’s birthday party. The reindeers were so cute, but the swirly frosting was on point. I’m going to want to get those several more times before the end of the holidays.”
“That’s a lot of love for a cupcake.” He ran the loofah down her back and then around to ease it slowly over her breasts.
She sucked back a breath and arched for him as a soft moan escaped her lips. She had a toy in each hand, but he doubted she was aware of the grip on the mermaid’s body or the blowfish she was holding like a baseball.