Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
When those also sat on the table, Cameron sat down and pulled her between his legs. “Want to help Daddy feel more comfortable?”
“Yes, please,” she said eagerly.
“Help me with my buttons, Giggles,” he requested, drawing her hands to his collar.
While she fumbled with the fasteners securing the front of his still-crisp shirt, he released the cuffs and moved to help her. “Sorry. My fingers aren’t working well,” she apologized.
“I like that you allowed yourself to be affected by our pleasure,” he assured her before kissing her forehead. Leaning back, he tugged the shirt out of his trousers and off.
“Come sit on Daddy’s lap,” he instructed and helped her sit on his hard thighs.
That jostled the cold item in her bottom and drew a crinkle from the wrap around her hips. She clenched her buttocks together, remembering his treatment and words. He stroked a reassuring hand over her back.
“You’re fine, Little girl. Daddy put a frozen vitamin E capsule in your bottom. Your temperature was too high, and I needed to bring it down.”
“It’s cold.”
“Yes. It’s supposed to be,” he assured her, picking up the sippy cup and holding it to her lips.
Aria took it and drank deeply. She didn’t usually like milk, but it was ice-cold and felt good on her dry throat. Reaching one hand out, she traced the colorful tattoos revealed by his white undershirt. “You’re pretty, Daddy.”
His delighted laugh filled the room, making her smile as she continued to trail a fingertip along the designs.
“I’m glad you think so, Giggles. I think you’re the pretty one in the room. Do you like your new clothes?”
“They’re so soft.”
“I’m glad. Here, take a bite.” He held a sandwich half to her lips.
“Mmm,” she murmured around the mouthful of deliciousness. Suddenly, Aria was ravenous. She watched him take a bite and admired his white teeth. Was there anything not perfect about him?
“That is good. We did an amazing job together.”
“There’s no way we can eat all those sandwiches,” she pointed out before taking another bite.
“We’ll take them for lunch tomorrow. Perhaps you’ll pack a bag to spend the night from now on,” he suggested.
“Do you want to see me every night?” she said in amazement.
“Yes, Little girl. I want to see you every free minute we have. I would love to hold you in my arms at night and know you’re safe and healthy.”
“Are you always going to take my temperature?” she asked, half wanting him to say yes and half to say no.
“Always.”
“Are you going to put something in my bottom?”
“Is it still cold now?” he asked.
Aria squeezed her bottom to test it. “No. I can’t feel it very much now.”
“Perfect. That’s what a friend of mine who’s a Daddy with a Little recommends to bring down a temperature.”
“Really?”
“Bite,” he ordered, holding the sandwich to her lips before answering her question. “Really. It’s good for you.”
“Oh.”
“You know what my refrigerator needs?” he asked, changing the subject as he continued to feed both of them.
“No, what?”
“It needs some decoration. Look how boring it is. Do you think I need magnetic letters to write messages on the door or some artwork by a special Little girl?”
“Both,” she answered immediately.
“Sounds good. Do you like floral bubble bath or bubblegum scent?”
“Mmm, both?” she guessed. “I like everything as long as it makes lots of bubbles.”
“Okay. What do you like for dinner? Italian or Chinese?”
“Both! Ravioli is my favorite food.”
“It sounds like you like everything,” he suggested as he picked up another sandwich for them to devour.
“I’m pretty easygoing. There are only a few things I don’t like.”
“Like what?”
“Potato chips.”
“You don’t like potato chips? Is that possible?”
“Nope. I like crackers. They’re yummier.”
“Hmm. I’ll have to remember that. I don’t like liver,” he shared.
“Yuck, me neither.”
“What’s your favorite dish?” Cameron asked.
“You know that salad made with cabbage and other veggies? The one with the oil-based dressing with mandarin oranges and crushed ramen noodles?”
“I’ve had that before.”
“I love that salad,” she stated and waved off his offer of another bite. She laughed when he opened his mouth like a shark and ate the last of the sandwich in one huge bite. “I could eat my weight in that yumminess. I don’t buy ramen anymore because I’m a Chinese salad addict.”
“So the secret to your heart is by making you fancy coleslaw?”
“Oh, no! You’ve figured it out,” she joked.
“If you walked into Little Cakes right now, what would you order?”
“A Mocha Latte cupcake,” she answered without hesitating.
“That was fast.”
“I love them. They’re the perfect combination of chocolate and coffee with moist cake and buttercream frosting.”
“Go open that door over there,” he suggested, raising a hand to point at a closed door.
She slid obediently off his lap but paused to look at him. “Nothing’s going to jump out at me, is it?”
“I promise I’ll never deliberately try to scare you. That’s mean.”