Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
He turned to look in the bath. “Plug looks fine to me.”
“Not that plug! The one in my bottom.” The last three words were whispered.
He raised his eyebrows and placed his hands on the countertop, sandwiching her between his arms. “What was that? I’m getting old, my hearing isn’t what it once was.”
He was forty, not ninety. But she knew he wouldn’t let up until she repeated what she’d said.
“I said that I meant the plug in-in my bottom.”
“Oh, that plug. Well, little girl, that plug stays until I decide it’s time for it to come out. Come on, bath time.” He lifted her into the bath. Then he climbed in, facing her. His tub was so big that it could easily take the two of them, even though Clint was a big guy. He grimaced as he sat then he leaned to one side reached under him, pulling out a plastic mermaid. She giggled.
“Daddy, don’t sit on my mermaid, you’ll suffocate her.”
“Pretty sure mermaids can breathe under water just fine,” he said dryly.
She took the toy and started to play, diving under the water with it, then holding it up and dropping it down with a splash as Clint washed himself. She continued to play for a while until she noticed Clint had stopped washing himself and was just watching her with a tender smile.
Suddenly, she felt a little self-conscious. “Daddy?”
“You are so gorgeous.”
She blushed, squirming. “I am?”
“You sure are.”
“You’re very handsome.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Am I? How handsome?”
“Hmm.” She tapped a finger against her chin. “More handsome than Kermit the Frog.”
“Really? I’m so flattered,” he said dryly.
“Definitely more handsome than Fred Flintstone.”
His gaze narrowed. “Fred Flintstone? Have you even seen the Flintstones before?”
“Once or twice. I figured that was probably one of the few cartoons you had as a kid. Was it only in black and white?”
“Little brat. Come here.” He pulled her close, laying her flat against him and slapped his hand down a couple of times on her ass, sending water flying everywhere.
“Ow, Daddy! I was joking! You’re young. And handsome! Like Prince Charming.”
“Prince Charming, huh?”
She looked up into his gaze, feeling her body stir where it lay against his. By the feel of his cock pressing against her stomach, he wasn’t unaffected by her closeness.
The look in his eyes grew hotter. She pushed herself against him and he groaned then grabbed her hips. “Come here, baby. Straddle me.”
Clint helped her settle on his lap, facing him. Her nipples were hard, drops of water clung to her breasts, her skin glistened under the lights. His dick throbbed. It wouldn’t take much to thrust his way inside her.
Not yet.
Arousal lit her face. She smiled happily. She seemed lighter. Free from her problems. This is what he wanted to give to her. To have no worries or fears, especially where their relationship was concerned.
Because she was his. Forever.
He cupped her breasts, holding them up and ran his thumbs over her nipples. She let out a low noise of pleasure. He wondered how the plug in her ass felt. His baby did love having her back hole played with.
She ground herself against his cock and he groaned. She grinned at him. “Someone is very hard.”
“Someone is in a teasing mood,” he countered. She was just as turned on as he was.
He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and brought her in for a hard, hot kiss. He was so close to exploding it was embarrassing.
When he drew back, her eyes were glassy with pleasure. Hmm, maybe he should just keep her on the edge all the time, if she was constantly aroused, she wouldn’t have much energy for mischief.
“Want me to finish washing you?” she asked.
What he wanted was to thrust his cock deep inside her pussy. But he nodded instead. “I would love that. Wash my hair first?”
She nodded eagerly and moved back so he could turn. She used the small cup they kept at the side of the bath for when he did this for her and poured water over his head.
“You could warn a man, little girl,” he grumbled at her as she giggled. Damn, he loved the sound of her laughter.
She used her fingers to massage his scalp as she shampooed it until he was certain he could nearly fall asleep. She ran the washcloth over his back. He turned so she could clean his front.
“My nipples aren’t all that dirty,” he said dryly as she washed them.
Charlotte grinned up at him. “Just being thorough.”
“There’s another area that you can be very thorough with,” he told her.
“Really?” she said with fake innocence. “Oh, do you mean your feet?”
“You know I don’t mean my feet, little brat.”
She slid the cloth down his stomach with a little giggle, then skipped over the part she knew damn well he’d been talking about. She moved to the end of the bath.