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)
“I’m sure he understands. He has to be as tired as you are,” Anton suggested as she ducked back into the car to grab her tote bag.
“Oh!” Gemma straightened quickly as she realized that she’d just stuck her butt up in the air toward him. He moved quickly to place a hand against the car door frame to prevent her from bonking her head against the metal.
“You don’t need to worry, Gemma. I’ve seen your bottom before. The picture is permanently etched on my mind,” he said with a smile that drew her in as his other arm pulled her closer. “Give me a kiss, Little girl. I missed you terribly.”
She stepped into his arms and lifted her lips. The kiss that followed made her toes curl in delight. Hot, demanding, invigorating. The stress of the day evaporated as she wrapped her free arm around his neck. His arm supported her as he explored her mouth.
The headlights on her car extinguished automatically, drawing their attention away from each other. She took a small step back to put some space between their bodies, but he didn’t let her go completely.
“I think that’s our clue to go inside.” Anton guided her away from the car so he could close the door. He gently took the tote bag from her hand and looped it securely over his powerful forearm before settling one large hand in the small of her back to escort her into the house.
The delicious scent inside reached her nose several steps from the door. “That smells incredible. Did you make a Thanksgiving turkey dinner?”
“Not quite but a lot of the same foods. It is turkey but a delicious casserole. Come wash your hands and we can sit down to eat. Everything’s ready.”
“Should I go to the bathroom to wash my hands?” she asked.
“Do you need to potty?”
“No,” she answered, feeling her face heat slightly.
“Then the kitchen sink will work perfectly.”
Once at the kitchen island, he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her to turn on the sink. When she tried to scoot to the left, he tightened his arms on each side to keep her right where she was. “We’ll wash our hands together, Little Bee. I need to get ready for dinner, too.”
When had handwashing become an erotic event? Gemma watched him smooth the slick soap over her skin as he lathered their hands together. She couldn’t do anything but relax and let him take charge of her. A giggle escaped her mouth as he sang a silly song about washing hands. His low voice did things to her that the simple words shouldn’t have affected.
By the time he dried her hands and his on a paper towel, Gemma found herself settling easily into the Little space she experienced when reading those books. She took his hand and followed him to the table where the large casserole dish sat covered.
“You sit here, Little Bee,” he directed as he pulled out a chair for her. When he sat down in the same chair he had occupied during her spanking, she knew that was his chair. He picked up the fabric napkin next to her plate and draped the pink material over her lap.
Gemma traced the small flower design in the napkin as he sat down. She jumped a bit as his hand reached for hers across the table. Slowly, she answered the unspoken request as she meshed her fingers with his.
“I think it’s important to focus on the positive things in our day. Every night when we have dinner together, I’ll ask you to tell me one incredible thing that happened that day. I’ll go first.”
Holding her gaze, Anton paused for a moment before announcing, “Today is the best day ever. I spent time with my Little girl.”
“I had a great compliment today. One of my customers, an employee at Little Cakes, asked me to put some outfits together for her because I have perfect taste.”
“I think I’ve heard my sister say that as well.”
Smiling even broader, Gemma said, “She even tried to bribe me with a cupcake.”
“Oh? Did she want a discount?” Anton said, filling a bowl from the casserole dish in the center of the table.
“No.” Gemma stopped as she remembered what Sue had bribed her for—not a sale price but information on her Daddy.
When Anton arched one eyebrow in a silent question, waiting for her to answer, Gemma blurted, “She said she could tell I had someone in my life and she wanted the scoop.”
“How could she tell?”
“Sue said I looked so happy, I had to have met someone.”
“You’ll have to point out Sue the next time we’re in Little Cakes. She’s very perceptive,” Anton said before lifting a bite to Gemma’s lips.
Opening her mouth automatically, Gemma chewed the delicious casserole as she squirmed in her chair. “It’s so good. Like a holiday in a baking dish.”