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. “I’d like that.”
He closed the gap between them and brought his lips to hers. Instantly, the flames he’d ignited last night came back to life, making her forget where they were or what day it was as she rose onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She was at least marginally aware that this time they didn’t have an audience. No one was sitting on a porch watching them kiss, so she let more of her inhibitions down, threaded her fingers in his thick dark hair, and relaxed against him.
When Anton finally broke the kiss, they were both breathing heavily. He smiled at her. “See? Fireworks.”
She nodded. He was right, but that didn’t mean he would forever be her Daddy. Just because the man could kiss didn’t mean he would find her interesting after a few dates.
“Now, as much as I would love to stay up all night getting to know you better, you’re exhausted. It’s time for you to be in bed. How about if I tuck you in and let you get some sleep.”
“Tuck me in?” She tried to picture what he meant by that. Was it a euphemism for having sex? She definitely wasn’t opposed to having sex with this gorgeous Daddy standing in her kitchen. He checked off every line on her perfect-man list. But she was worried about getting her heart broken if he changed his mind.
“Yep. It’s on the Daddy to-do list,” he announced. “Tucking you in is something I’d like to do every night.”
She licked her lips. “Are we going to have sex?”
His brows lifted. “Not tonight, Little girl. I don’t think you’re ready for that step. But I’d love to snuggle with you and steal another kiss if that’s okay.”
“Duh,” she blurted out before she could filter herself. She could more than handle another kiss.
He chuckled. “That’s settled then. Show me to your bedroom, Little girl.”
Taking his hand, she led him down the hallway toward the master bedroom.
“I love your home, Gemma,” he commented. “It has so much personality. The hidden little bumblebees all over the place make me smile. They suit you. Busy, happy little creatures.”
She shot him a smile as they entered her room. “Is that how you see me?”
“Yep. I could tell as soon as I entered your shop that you were full of life. I bet you never sit down. You work hard, love your job, and thrive on making other people smile.”
She agreed with his assessment, and it felt good to know he saw her the way she liked to project herself. “Thank you, Daddy.” The word slipped out fast, and she quickly covered her mouth. “Oops,” she muttered behind her palm.
He lowered her hand. “That wasn’t an oops. I want you to call me Daddy. I’m so pleased you feel comfortable enough to do so.”
Chapter Four
Anton felt like he’d won the lottery ever since he’d stepped into Design Magic two days ago. And now she’d called him Daddy. Her cheeks were pink from the slip of the tongue, but the fact that she’d done so at all spoke volumes.
He turned to fully face her and cupped her cheek, meeting her gaze. “That’s the sweetest word in the English language, my busy Little Bee.”
She licked her lips, her eyes wide. “You’re making my panties wet.”
He chuckled. “Good. I’m glad I have that effect on you.”
She pressed her sweet body closer to his. “I’m never this forward with a man. I’ve also never had sex with someone I’ve only known two days. But—”
He slid his thumb over her lips. “I meant what I said. We’re not having sex tonight. But if you’re a good girl and let Daddy help you get ready for bed, I’ll reward you.”
If it was possible, her eyes widened farther. “Reward me how?” Her voice rose and squeaked a little.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” he teased. Damn, she was cute.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Good. Now, do you usually take a bath at night?”
She stared at him for several seconds.
He chuckled. “Is that a difficult question?”
She nodded. “I’m trying to decide how to answer you.”
He lifted a brow. “I think your best bet is to always tell Daddy the truth, unless you like having your bottom spanked often.”
Her breath hitched. He was pretty sure she also clenched her butt cheeks. “You would spank me?”
“For lying? In a heartbeat. And what’s so difficult about telling me when you like to bathe? I find it unlikely you’re about to admit you don’t actually bathe except on Saturdays or something,” he joked. Every time he’d seen her, she’d smelled like the floral body wash she used. Plus, she was always put together and stylish. Her makeup was minimal but fresh every night too. No way she didn’t take regular baths or showers.
She giggled. “I do take either a shower or a bath every day. I promise.”