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)
After helping Gemma out of the car, he led her into the house and straight to the master bathroom, where he bent down to remove her shoes while she continued to chatter.
He turned on the shower so the water could warm before turning back to her. “Arms up, Little Bee.” He took her dress off next and then her bra and panties.
“…And did you see how hard her nipples were and the way her breath hitched when he lifted her off the floor by that pulley system? I don’t know how she was comfortable with all those ropes around her, but she was aroused, Daddy.”
He smiled. “I saw that, Little Bee.” He guided her to the shower. “Time for a shower and then bed.”
She twisted her head to look at him over her shoulder. “A shower? Daddy, don’t you remember, I take baths. At least twice a day.”
He laughed. “I remember, Little Bee. I’m the one who gives you those baths.”
As she stepped into the enclosure, she frowned. “I don’t even remember how to shower, Daddy.”
He continued chuckling as he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his shoes. “Don’t you worry, Little girl. I can wash you in the shower just as well as the bath. Get under the water, naughty girl.”
She grinned as she leaned under the spray, obviously pleased to see he was going to join her.
As soon as Anton stepped into the enclosure with his Little girl, she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. “I love you so much, Daddy.”
He threaded his fingers in her wet hair and tipped her head back. “I love you too, Little Bee. I’m so glad I came into Design Magic to get a birthday present for my sister.”
“Me too. You know how I know we’re meant to be together, Daddy?”
This is sure to be good. “How, Little Bee?”
“Because you like to eat the cake half of the cupcakes, and I like to eat the frosting! Can we go get Reindeer Tracks cupcakes tomorrow? The other Little girls are going. We should eat that flavor every day before Ellie stops making them.”
“I don’t know about every day, but we can go tomorrow, Little Bee.” He grabbed the shampoo and poured some into his hand. “Turn around so Daddy can wash your hair. I think you got frosting in it during snack time,” he teased.
She sighed contentedly as he massaged her head. “I had so much fun tonight. It’s crazy how many people in this town are Little. Who knew? I felt right at home, and I got to meet so many new friends.”
“Yes. I got to spend time talking to their Daddies. While you girls were giggling about all the ways to create mischief, I was learning new ways to discipline naughty Little girls.”
She gasped and tipped her head back to look at him wide-eyed. It was a good thing shampoo didn’t run into her eyes. “Tell me you’re teasing, Daddy.”
He laughed. “Test me and find out, Little Bee.” He angled her head under the water to rinse off the shampoo before reaching for the conditioner.
“Do you think the woman, Aria, who came in and sat at the bar was Little, Daddy? Maybe we’ll see her there in the nursery next time.”
“I don’t know, Little Bee. It was hard to tell. Maybe she is and she didn’t know other people feel the same way.”
“Cameron was so protective of her. I thought he was going to shoo us all away. He really wanted to give her a tour himself.”
Anton rinsed her hair again. “It seemed that way. You never know. Sometimes people meet their perfect match in the strangest places when they least expect it.”
“Yeah.” Gemma grew quieter as he finished washing her, and he knew she was tired. It was late. She never stayed up this late.
After quickly washing himself, he guided her out of the shower and grabbed a fluffy towel to dry her off. He sat her down on the toilet seat next, dried himself, slid on a pair of loose shorts, and combed through her hair. After drying it most of the way with the hair dryer, he noticed her eyelids were drooping.
Anton lifted his sweet Little girl into his arms and carried her to the nursery.
“So tired, Daddy,” she mumbled.
He made quick work of sliding a diaper under her and rubbing a protective cream into her folds.