Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Cynthia closed her eyes and inhaled the masculine scent that belonged only to him. His solid body underneath her and his powerful arms wrapped around her body reassured her. It seemed like he could do anything. Finally, she nodded.
“I’ll try.”
“That’s my girl,” he praised her. “Turn around on Daddy’s lap and let me feed you.”
She moved to scramble off his lap so he could eat his meal, but his hands held her tightly to him. When she relaxed in his arms, Dirk kissed the top of her head.
“Let me take care of you, Little girl.”
Nodding again, she whispered, “Okay,” and turned sideways on his lap.
Dirk forked a bite of his salad, getting a perfect combination of chicken, romaine lettuce, cheese, and dressing. He held it to her lips and placed it in her mouth when she opened them. As she chewed, he helped himself.
When he could, Dirk asked her, “What’s your favorite number?”
“Thirteen.”
“Why thirteen?”
“No one else likes it. I don’t want it to be lonely,” she explained. “It’s not really unlucky.”
“That’s very sweet, Little girl. You have a big heart.”
“That slasher guy on TV didn’t have a bit of good inside him.”
“No more scary movies for you.”
“Uh-uh!” she agreed emphatically before a thought distracted her.
“Hey, you never did a magic trick for me.”
“Hmm,” he hummed as he thought. “This one Bullyboo loved and couldn’t ever figure out.”
Tenderly, he reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. “What is this?” he asked, pulling his hand away and revealing a shiny silver dollar between his fingers.
She stared at him in amazement. He couldn’t have been prepared with a trick coin.
He was magic.
CHAPTER 12
Yawning widely, Cynthia struggled to stay awake as her Daddy put their plates in the dishwasher and straightened the kitchen. She didn’t want to miss a minute of being with him. “What are we going to do now, Daddy?”
“I think you’re ready to go to bed, sweetheart.”
“I’m not tired.”
“Don’t lie to Daddy. You can’t keep your eyes open.”
“What do you usually do after dinner?”
“I work out in my gym.”
“Where’s that?” she asked. Cynthia hadn’t explored the house but had stuck strictly to the rooms she had been in with Dirk.
“It’s downstairs. You are welcome to look around the house, sweetheart. You might enjoy walking on the treadmill or riding the bike. Just be careful not to hurt yourself,” he warned.
“You should do your normal stuff. Let’s go to the gym and you can show me how things work.”
“Not tonight, Little girl. It’s time for a shower and bed for you. We’ll have time to play in the gym tomorrow when I get home earlier.”
“I don’t know why I’m so tired.”
“You haven’t slept well for days. Give yourself some time to recover,” he suggested.
“I guess I’ll have to.”
Dirk guided her down the hallway into the master bathroom. He reached into the shower and turned on the water. Checking the temperature, he adjusted the controller several times until he had it perfect.
“I like your big shower,” she commented. “Two people can move easily around in there.”
“Are you always going to take a shower with me?” she asked.
“Frequently. You don’t mind sharing with your Daddy, do you?” he asked as he unbuttoned the blue dress shirt he wore.
She couldn't help watching him. The gap between the panels of fabric became larger. The scattered hair over his chest appeared, and her fingers itched to touch it. Clasping her hands behind her back, Cynthia forced herself to stay in place as he tugged his shirttails out of his waistband and shrugged out of the garment. Dirk tossed it into the open laundry basket.
“Your turn,” he told her. Approaching, he tugged her shirt up.
Cynthia lifted her arms to allow him to pull it over her head. The cool air drifted over her nipples, making them gather into tight buds. Struggling to not cover her exposed breasts, Cynthia loved the heat in his eyes. He wants me. She smiled to herself. He looked at her as no one ever had.
“I’d like to know what’s going on in your mind,” he whispered.
“I like how you look at me,” she confessed.
“I like how you look at me, too. Let’s get you in the shower. Help me remember to order some bubbles so we can celebrate with a big bubble bath when that ankle monitor comes off.”
“Playing in the bathtub would be fun,” she blurted. “You know, if I don’t end up in jail.”
“Then we’ll get some.”
Awed by his confidence that she’d be free someday, Cynthia watched him kneel in front of her. Dirk slid her leggings down along with her panties. He leaned in to kiss her mound, fueling the desire inside her. She held on to his broad shoulders, her fingers digging into the firm muscles. When he gripped her ankle, she lifted each foot so he could slide the clothing off.