Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
When she entered the bedroom, she spotted Nado propped up in the middle of the bed. Her charger was plugged in, and her phone was already attached to it on the nightstand. Her suitcase was propped against the wall. Her Daddy had thought of everything.
Was he too good to be true?
Shaking that worry from her mind, she hurried over and climbed under the covers. “Which side do you want me to sleep on?”
“The middle.”
She giggled. “That’s not a side, silly.”
“Nope. It’s the middle. That way, I can spoon you all night and not ever worry that you might fall off the edge.”
She giggled harder. “I don’t fall out of bed, Daddy. I haven’t fallen out of bed since I was a toddler.”
“I’m so glad to hear that. Let’s keep up that streak.” As he spoke, he removed everything, down to his boxers, turned out the lights, and climbed in beside her. True to his word, he hauled her close and manhandled her so that he could spoon her back.
She wanted to protest, but there was no way she would do any such thing. Not when it felt so good in his arms. Not when he kissed her shoulder and then nibbled a path to her ear. And certainly not when he whispered, “Go to sleep, Little Fish.” His breath tickled and made the fine hairs stand up on her arms. It also made her squirm.
She hugged Nado tightly and snuggled in closer to her Daddy. “I’ve never slept with anyone,” she murmured. “What if I snore or kick you? Maybe I’m restless.”
“Don’t you worry, Isla. I’m sure you’ll be fine. If you snore, I’ll get earplugs. If you’re restless, I’ll hold you tighter so you feel swaddled.”
She knew he couldn’t see her face, but she was smiling so big it almost hurt her cheeks. This entire thing was scary, though. It was happening so fast. Could it be real?
Part of her worried she would wake up tomorrow in her own bed in her own hotel room, alone and lonely. Maybe none of this had happened, and she was dreaming. That would make her very sad, and the negative thoughts turned her smile into a frown.
Caesar hugged her tighter. “Rest, Isla. Daddy’s got you. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
It was as if he’d read her mind. She didn’t want to know if he could read minds, so she didn’t ask. Daddies were apparently very talented people, but that seemed over the top.
The thought made her smile again, though, and she took a few deep breaths and relaxed her body, letting sleep lure her under.
Chapter Eight
Isla awoke with a start, blinking her eyes rapidly as she tried to figure out why she was so warm and why she seemed to be pinned to the bed.
Something rubbed her arm, and she looked down to see a big male hand stroking her skin. It took her another second to remember she was in Caesar’s apartment, in his room, and in his bed.
“Good morning, Little Fish. Did you sleep well?”
“I don’t think I even moved.” She twisted around to look at him. “Did I? Did I snore? Did I kick you or anything?”
“Nope. No snoring and no kicking. I was perfectly safe.” He grinned. “Are you ready to get up? We can get dressed and go to the basement. We’ll order breakfast down there. Then we can look at the map with Magnus, and he can get your prints into the system so you’ll have access to the elevators.”
She gave him a slow smile, saying nothing.
“What?”
“Do you always wake up with a giant running list in your head?”
He smiled back. “Yes. Doesn’t everyone?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m not thinking anything at all yet, except how sexy you look with your hair all messy and your brow furrowed with all these plans forming.”
His smile grew. “Excellent.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Why?”
“If you’re not a morning person, you won’t mind if I Daddy you to pieces while you slowly find your brain cells.”
She giggled. “You’re going to spoil me, and then I’ll be lost when I go back home. How will I ever fix my hair or manage to choose my clothes without you?”
He leaned closer to her and set his forehead against hers. “What if you don’t go back home and never have to fix your hair or dress yourself again?”
She gasped. He couldn’t be serious. At the same time, her heart rate picked up, and she felt restless. His words turned her on. She’d dated men. She’d had short relationships. No one had ever been so intense or given her any indication they wanted more than a fling.
Until Caesar. He was serious, and based on what she knew about his five teammates and the fact that they’d all rescued a woman and never let her go, she had to bet he was hoping for the same thing. It was much too soon to think like that, though.