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)
Holding her hand, he carefully stroked the red polish on each finger, but he did his best to make it a sensual experience by stroking the inside of her wrist and letting his knees rub against her bare legs.
She was quiet and panting slightly when he switched hands.
“Hold that one really still and flat on the tray, Little Bee.”
“How did you manage to make this so sexy?” she murmured as he finished the second one.
He smiled at her as he set the second palm on the tray too. “I’m talented. Now, don’t move your hands. That needs to dry for a minute before we do the decals.”
She licked her lips as she stared at him.
“Are you still thirsty, Little Bee?” He rose and headed for the fridge, returning a moment later with a bottle of water. A baby bottle. He’d already had it ready with the nipple in place.
She whimpered as he lifted it up and tapped her lips. “Tip your head back and drink some water, Little Bee.”
As she did so, goosebumps rose on her skin. Her nipples were rock hard. Her legs were trembling as they gripped the ball.
“Good girl,” he praised when she stopped sucking. She’d gotten about half the bottle in her.
“You really don’t drink enough at work, do you, Little Bee?”
“I forget sometimes.”
“From now on, I’m going to make you a special bottle of water to take with you each day. Your job is to drink it all throughout the day. When you get home, you can drink a sippy cup of juice too before dinner.”
“What if I’m at my own house? I don’t even have sippy cups.”
He set his hands on her thighs and stroked the skin between them while he met her gaze. “What if you start sleeping here every night?”
Her breath hitched. “Like move in? I’ve only known you less than a week.”
He shrugged, wanting to keep it light and not let her feel pressured. “I’m not saying you should sell your house or anything. For now, I’m just asking you to come here every night. I don’t like the idea of you sleeping somewhere else. I want you next to me.”
She licked her lips again. “Okay,” she said softly. “Like a trial.”
“Like a trial,” he agreed even though this was no trial for him. He knew in his heart she was it. The one. His Little girl. He never wanted to let her go, but he didn’t need to rush her. He’d give her all the time in the world. As long as she would agree to start sleeping in his bed every night, that was all that mattered. They could work the rest out later.
Anton slid his hands up her thighs until he could graze his thumbs along the seam of her panties.
She gasped and arched her chest forward. “Daddy…”
He stroked one pointer directly over the gusset of her panties. “Soaked. Who knew painting my Little girl’s nails would be so erotic?” he teased.
She squirmed.
“Sit still, Little Bee. Keep the ball between your knees.”
Full panting and flushed cheeks were her only responses.
“Let’s do the decals now.” He grabbed the little antler stickers and proceeded to carefully peel one off the backing. It was hard to keep his hands from trembling, considering how hard his cock was and how badly he wanted to yank this tray off, grab her around the waist, and thrust into her before she would know what was happening.
Long game, Anton. Focus on her nails.
After carefully affixing tiny antlers to all ten fingers, he grabbed the topcoat.
“They’re so pretty,” Gemma murmured reverently as he finished. “You’re amazing.”
“I’m glad you like them.” He set her palm on the tray again. “Spread your fingers out and keep them right here for a while. It will take some time for that to dry.”
The timer went off, and Anton rose to remove the baked ziti from the oven.
“Is that red sauce?” Gemma asked.
“Yes. It’s my grandmother’s recipe. I promise it’s the best red sauce you’ve ever had.” He removed a salad from the fridge and set it on the table before fixing himself a glass of water and refilling her bottle with cold water. After adding a plate and one fork, he glanced at her.
She was squirming all over the seat.
“Sit still, Little girl. Keep your hands right where they are.”
“Daddy, I’m…”
He set the ziti on a hot pad and took his seat. “You’re what, Little Bee?” He couldn’t keep from grinning. He also couldn’t ignore her nipples anymore. He needed to touch them.
Lifting one hand, he cupped her breast and stroked his thumb over her swollen nipple.
She moaned and arched, but she kept her hands still. “Oh, God. I think I’m going to come, and you’re not even touching my pussy.”
He removed his hand. “You’re not allowed to come yet, Little Bee. Later.” He filled the plate with steaming pasta. “First we’ll have dinner.”