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)
If she needed more time, he would deal with it. He couldn’t pressure her. This was a huge commitment he was asking for.
Gemma looked so adorable curled up on her side with Buzzy tucked against her chest. She was squirming too. Not surprising since even though he’d given her a bath again tonight, he hadn’t lingered on her pussy or made her come. He didn’t think he could have handled seeing her shatter like that again and keep his dick in his pants.
Tomorrow, he told himself. Assuming she doesn’t decide it’s too soon.
“Maybe you should stay,” she suggested. “My bed is big enough. If you don’t want to have sex with me, you could just hold me.”
He set a hand on her hip over the covers and leaned to kiss her temple. “One more night, Little Bee. More if you need it,” he reminded her, lifting a brow.
She pushed that bottom lip out again, making his heart clench. She had no idea what that did to him. Her cute little pout would forever be his undoing. Especially if she batted her eyes like she was doing now.
He drew in a breath and tugged her lip. “Don’t try to manipulate your Daddy, Little Bee.”
“Or what? Maybe I need another spanking.”
He groaned. “Maybe you need to stand in the corner in timeout instead.”
She scrunched up her face. “That doesn’t sound like fun.”
“It’s not supposed to. Timeouts are a very effective punishment for naughty Little girls who enjoy having their bottoms spanked a bit too much.”
“But I’d be bored.”
He chuckled. “Exactly. And you’d have plenty of time to think about trying to manipulate Daddy with that pouty lip in the future.”
She sighed. “I think I like the spanking idea better.”
“I think I’ve created a monster.” He kissed her temple again and stood.
“You’re leaving already?” She propped herself up on an elbow.
“Yep.”
“Why?” She looked around. “Maybe you should read me a story or get me a glass of water or sit with me until I fall asleep in case I get scared.”
He backed up, shaking a finger at her. “You are such a naughty girl.”
“Can I at least have a kiss? A real one on my lips and not just my forehead?”
“Nope.”
That lip stuck out again before she frowned. “Why not?”
“Because I’d never get out of here, Little Bee. I said I was going to leave you to sleep alone one more night, and I mean to keep that promise. Kissing you would end with me climbing into your bed and breaking my promise.” Damn, but the idea was tempting. And he’d had no idea when he’d made this declaration that she would be such a temptress tonight.
He kept backing up until he reached the door to her bedroom. “Sleep tight, Little Bee. Text me when you wake up and when you get to work.”
She giggled as she flopped back down on the mattress, hugging her stuffie. “If I don’t text you, will you come over and check on me?”
He laughed. Where had this naughty girl come from? She’d been far more timid and reserved and uncertain before. Now, it was like a dam had let loose. He loved it. Without answering her, he pulled her bedroom door almost shut, turned off all the lights in the living room and kitchen, and locked her door on his way out.
She had a cute house, and he knew she loved it. It had her stamp all over it, inside and out. But it wasn’t as large as his. He hoped she wasn’t overly attached to it in the long run, but if she was, then he’d figure out a way to make things work. The problem was he worked from home where he had a professional office clients could visit. Gemma didn’t have the space for that. She only had two bedrooms. Her house wasn’t large enough or arranged in such a way that he could see clients.
He climbed into his car, but he wasn’t ready to leave just yet. He didn’t want to put that kind of distance between them. Instead, he sat there for several minutes, grinning like a loon, staring at the front of her house.
When he saw movement in the master bedroom window, he dipped his head to find his Little girl looking at him through the glass. She waved.
He chuckled as he picked up his phone and texted her.
Get in bed, naughty girl.
She twisted around a moment later, undoubtedly when she heard the incoming text from her phone sitting on her nightstand. A moment later, she disappeared, and after that the three little dots appeared on his screen.
Why are you still in the driveway, Daddy? Will your car not start? Maybe you should come back inside.
He laughed as he responded.
My car is fine, Little Bee. It’s just that I left something inside, and I’m trying to decide if it’s okay to leave it with you for the night.