Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
She swallowed. Her mouth was dry. No one had ever stared at her so intensely or made such a suggestion. “That’s a huge commitment. I feel like you’re asking me to move in with you after three days.” Did that scare her? She wasn’t sure. Part of her agreed with him. She didn’t even like the idea of going home alone tonight, let alone tomorrow night. Since she’d met him, she realized she felt empty when she wasn’t with him.
“I’m asking you to spend all your free time with me because I hate it when I’m not with you. I would never interfere with your business, and I know you work a lot of hours to manage a store, but my chest hurt when you left this morning. I was so damn excited when you showed up, and counted the hours all day until you would return. I know in my heart you’re my Little girl, Gemma.”
He grabbed her hand and pressed her palm against his rock-hard chest. “Feel that?”
She nodded, eyes wide.
“That’s yours. Does it scare you?”
“A little,” she answered honestly.
“Because you don’t feel the same or because you’re worried this might not be real?”
“The latter.”
He smiled broadly. “It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared too.”
Her eyes shot wider. “Daddies get scared too?”
“Sure we do. We get scared every time we’re not with our Littles. We worry about so many things, mostly your safety and happiness. But what scares me most right now is not being certain you’ll be willing to take this chance with me.”
“It’s intense, Daddy. I have a lot of feelings,” she shared.
“That’s understandable. You should have all the feelings. It’s natural. I’d be nervous if you didn’t question everything, but what does your gut tell you?”
“To throw caution to the wind and climb up onto your lap,” she admitted.
He smiled again. “Save that for tomorrow night. If you straddle my lap tonight, my cock will revolt.”
Her cheeks heated. She wasn’t sure she cared if his cock revolted or even if he kept it in his pants. She’d never felt this way. Sometimes in the books she read the hero and heroine met and fell in love in just a few days or hours, but this was real life. This didn’t happen in real life.
“Am I putting too much pressure on you, Little Bee?” he asked gently, stroking the back of her hand with his fingers.
She shook her head. “No, Daddy.” She didn’t feel pressured. She felt excited and scared. Scared was different. She believed he was right and that he was her Daddy. She wanted to spend the night with him and all the nights for forever. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t still nervous that this could not be real.
He lowered her hand to her lap and reached for the plate of casserole again. “We need to finish eating, Little Bee.”
“You want me to swallow after all these declarations of forever?” she teased. The truth was her tummy was flipping around all over the place, and she really was going to have trouble swallowing.
“Yep. I’d be a horrible Daddy if I didn’t feed you.”
She met his gaze as he lifted the fork to her lips once again. “I can feed myself, Daddy.”
“I know you can. I’ve seen you use utensils before. You’re a grown woman and perfectly skilled with a fork,” he joked. “But I like to feed you. It warms my soul. I like to take care of you in every way.”
“I like it too,” she whispered. “But I feel really young when you feed me.”
He clasped her hand and held it in her lap with his while he fed her another bite with his other hand.
She squirmed as she chewed and swallowed. “That makes me feel even younger, Daddy.”
“You’re awfully wiggly too, Little Bee,” he pointed out. “I bet those pretty panties you’re wearing are wet.”
She nodded as her tummy flipped again.
“I’ll make a few changes around the house tomorrow while you’re at work so you can experiment with a younger age range.”
She licked her lips. “What kind of changes?”
“The surprise kind, naughty girl.” He grinned as he set the fork down, collected her other hand to join the first, and held them both in her lap.
She whimpered at the increased restraint.
When he lifted another bite, she shook her head. “I can’t eat any more, Daddy.”
“Five more bites, Little Bee.”
Chapter Seven
By the time Anton had his Little girl home, bathed, and tucked into bed, he wanted to take back his decision to let her sleep alone one more night. Half of him wanted to scoop her up in his arms, carry her right back out the door, and drive her to his house. His room. His bed.
He wouldn’t though. She needed another day to make sure.
What if she needs more time than that?