Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
He stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’ve seen you coming and going from work. I’ve even seen the expression on your face. I’m so proud of you for being able to be true to both sides of yourself. That shows incredible strength. I will always support your adult and her important role in the community. But when you’re with me, I’ll encourage you to let your hair down and be as Little as you want.”
She giggled. “I do literally let my hair down.” She lifted a corkscrew and held it out. “It’s a hot mess when it’s down so I wear it in a bun at work. Also, I look so young when it’s blowing around that no one takes me seriously.”
He leaned in slowly and kissed her gently. “I will always take you seriously, Little girl. Both sides of you. I’m so glad I finally found you. I can’t wait to take you to Little Cakes where everyone will see that you are mine.” He smiled.
She returned the smile. “Okay.”
“Now, how about if Daddy cleans up from dinner, and then I’ll escort you back home and tuck you into bed?”
She stiffened and glanced at her house. Did she want to bring him into her home yet? She knew the answer was yes, but the problem was that she was so enamored with him she feared they might start making out and she would get carried away and…yeah, she was still on her period.
“Am I taking things too fast, Little girl?”
She shook her head and squirmed on his lap. “No. I just…”
“Are you worried about being intimate with me because it’s too soon or because you’re on your period?”
She blew out a breath. “The second.”
“I told you I don’t care about that. It’s part of being a woman. It happens every month.”
“I know, and maybe it won’t bother me next month or the next, but I don’t want our first intimate contact to be during my period. Is that okay?”
“Of course, Little girl. I would never rush you to be intimate with me anyway. I hope you don’t feel like I’m pressuring you. In the future, I intend to be so intimately acquainted with your body that nothing about you will be private or off limits, but we just met, and I’ll respect your discomfort.”
Goosebumps rose up on her arms at his pronouncement. The thought of having a Daddy intimately involved in every aspect of her bodily functions made her skin tingle and her nipples stiffen. She wondered just how intimate he intended to be.
“Do you feel like I’m pressuring you, Nicoya?” he prompted.
She shook her head. “No. I’m pressuring me,” she admitted. “I really want to uh…well, do stuff with you, and I’m afraid I will lose my head if you come over to tuck me in and embarrass myself.”
He smiled warmly. “I promise not to let that happen. I’m not ready for this night to be over. Please let me come tuck you in. I swear I have the willpower to keep my hands out of your panties.”
The tingles grew as she held his gaze. Could this be real? It felt so good.
Axel stood, holding her in his arms, and turned to sit her on the chair he’d vacated. “You sit right here and look pretty while I clean up, and then we’ll head to your place.”
Chapter Six
Axel was so elated with how well things were going that he almost dropped the plates as he carried them into the kitchen. Nicoya was the sweetest Little girl he’d ever met. The two sides of her personality were precious, and he would cherish both of them.
When he finally had everything put away, he stepped back onto the deck and reached a hand out for Nicoya to take.
She gave him one of her bright smiles as she set her smaller hand in his.
“Ready?”
She nodded as she stood, grabbing Ruffles from his spot across the table.
Axel led her to her back deck and opened the door for her. He was immediately struck by how tidy her kitchen was. He narrowed his gaze at her as he shut the sliding door and locked it. “You said you were having a TV dinner last night. Do you ever cook, Little girl?”
She shrugged. “Sometimes I make mac and cheese.”
He lifted his brows. “From a box?”
“Uh, yes?”
He chuckled. She was just too cute. “That’s not cooking.”
“I mean I can cook, but I don’t feel like it most nights. They make really good frozen dinners, you know.” She rushed to open her freezer. “See?” There were two stacks of dinners. She pointed at the right. “Healthy.” Then she pointed at the left. “Little.”
He tipped his head back and laughed. “From now on, Daddy is cooking for you.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she murmured. “You work long hours too.”