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)
The way she leaned forward with her little bird mouth open to receive the morsel was so damn cute. While she chewed, he set his palms on her bare thighs and rubbed up and down, knowing his fingers would drive her obvious pleasure even higher.
Gemma whimpered as she swallowed. “You’re not playing fair, Daddy.”
“Yeah?” he asked, lifting a brow. “I don’t see anything unfair. I’m just feeding my Little girl and keeping her secure and safe at the same time.”
After he fed her another bite, he asked, “What was the best part of your day, Little Bee?” He needed to make conversation before they both combusted and went up in smoke.
She giggled. “When I went to Little Cakes to pick up Reindeer Tracks to surprise you and found out someone already came in and bought all six of the ones in the display case. Can you believe someone would do that?” she asked sarcastically.
He wondered how she knew it was him. “Hmmm. The audacity. That’s too bad. Those would have been a tasty treat after dinner.”
She giggled louder. “Don’t try to fool me, Daddy. Ellie’s like a detective. She figured out the two of us were together in like five seconds.”
“Ah.” He smiled and fed her a fry. “Guilty. I bought them. I got you something else too.” He reached across the table to snag the two items he’d tucked on the other side of the napkin holder.
She sat straighter. “A surprise?” The Little inside her was visibly giddy with excitement.
He opened his palm to reveal the jar of nail polish.
Her eyes widened. “You’re going to paint my nails? You were serious about that?”
“Of course. I’ll never lie to you, Little Bee. And look at this.” He held up the sheet of decals next.
She kicked her feet out. “Reindeer antlers!”
“I figured I could paint your nails red and put the little antler decals on top of them. They’d be so cute. If they seem too cheesy for work, we can take them off Sunday night.”
She shook her head. “They won’t be cheesy at all, Daddy. My customers will love them. Can you put them on after dinner?”
“Nope.” He set his hands on her thighs again. This time, he eased them up high enough that his thumbs stroked the elastic of her panties between her legs.
She gasped.
“If I put that polish on you tonight, it wouldn’t have time to dry before I haul you to my bed. You’d get polish all over the sheets.”
“That sounds messy. I don’t want to get polish on Buzzy.”
“So we’ll save that for the weekend. Is Design Magic closed on Saturdays and Sundays?” he asked as he offered her another bite.
“My manager takes over for the weekend. On Saturdays, I go into work in the back or manage the books that I’ve ignored all week, but she takes care of the customers for me. If it’s super busy, I am there to help. On Sunday, she runs the store herself.”
“It sounds like you have a wonderful manager.”
“Ana Marie is amazing. She’s almost as good as me,” Gemma acknowledged. “And that says something. I’m dedicated to helping everyone look their best in hopes that they’ll be a great customer for life. Ana Marie simply loves clothes. I think she’d be okay with me paying her in dresses and casual clothes.”
“I’m glad you have someone you trust to run the store. One more bite, Little Bee, and then we can have dessert.”
Gemma accepted the forkful eagerly. She couldn’t wait for dessert.
“Good girl. Now, let me clean up the kitchen and we’ll have a cupcake,” Anton said.
“Let me help with the dishes, and we can have one now.”
“Soon,” he promised and stood to clear the table. “Let me release your hands. You can color while I finish up in the kitchen.”
With a few flicks, Anton released her hands. She was still tethered in the booster seat but at least she could move a bit. Suddenly her nose itched. Gemma wiggled it and then rubbed it with a happy sigh as Anton returned with coloring books and crayons.
“Those are for me?”
“For my special Little,” he told her. “I thought you might like animals but I couldn’t pass up the princess ones either. How about if you create some art for my refrigerator? It’s very bare.”
“Mmm. I feel bad not helping you.”
“You’re helping Daddy,” he assured her. “You’re keeping me company. There’s nothing worse than not having a partner in cupcake devouring. Do you think you can finish a picture before I get done?”
“No way. I don’t want to rush and color outside the lines.”
“You take your time. You’ll have many more nights to create beautiful art.”
Gemma nodded and paged through the coloring books, looking for just the right picture. When she found a picture of a giant bumblebee and a flower, she gasped.