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)
“Then why the hesitation?” He was truly curious now.
“Well… See…” She closed her mouth and then reopened it to continue. “Are you sure you want to hear what’s going on in my head?”
“Always, Little Bee. Always.” He was growing more intrigued by the moment, and he adored her more also. This banter was so playful.
“Okay, then here it goes. Remember, you asked.”
He chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“So, if I say I take a bath at night, that makes me wonder if you intend to watch me or if you plan to wait in here while I do so. If I say I take one in the morning, then I won’t find out the answer to that question because you won’t be here in the morning. And then there’s the other option. Maybe I take showers and not baths. I have to ask myself, is he going to watch me shower? Is he going to sit out here? And then there’s one more problem,” she rambled adorably.
“What’s that, Little Bee?”
“However I choose to answer the question might possibly set a precedent for the rest of my life.” Her eyes widened in feigned horror. “I wouldn’t want you to think I was lying, so I’d have to stick to that choice forever. See? It’s so complicated.”
He laughed hard. “Little Bee, your mind is a fascinating place. I look forward to hearing more of what goes on in there. I certainly hope it will be for the rest of our lives too.” He made a decision, set his hands on her shoulders, and turned her toward the bathroom.
She twisted to look over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“You missed a few options. I’m going to demonstrate one. After that you can decide how you want the rest of your life to go with regard to bathing.” He guided her all the way into the bathroom, sat on the edge of the tub, and turned on the water. When it reached the perfect temperature, he put the stopper in and turned his attention back to her.
His sweet Little Bee had her hands clasped behind her back, and she was rocking back and forth on her feet. “I guess I’m taking a bath.”
He reached out a hand. “Nope. I’m going to give you a bath. All you have to do is sit and play in the water while Daddy washes you.”
She gasped. “Oh.”
He smiled. “Didn’t think of that option, did you?”
She shook her head, her hair flying around.
He pulled her close and kissed the exposed skin on her shoulder.
She drew in another sharp breath.
“Did my lips burn you, Little Bee?” he teased.
“No, but I thought about you doing exactly that this morning when I chose this dress.”
“Ah. Well, you look beautiful in this dress, Little Bee, but it’s time to take it off and get in the tub. I bet you’ll enjoy bath time. I know I will. Then you can decide if you want to lie about your previous bathing habits or not,” he proposed.
She smiled at him. “So, I’m going to be naked, and you’re going to touch me all over my body, and you’re going to keep your clothes on the entire time?”
“Yep.”
She chewed on the bottom corner of her lip. “Hmmm.” A shudder shook all up and down her frame. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
“To whom?” he asked, loving the expressions she made.
“To you, of course.”
He shrugged. “We won’t be keeping tallies in this relationship, Little Bee. My goal is to make sure you fully grasp how much you mean to me and understand what it will be like living under my care. If I do my job right, by the time I have you tucked all snug in your bed, you’ll decide to tell me you take baths both at night and in the morning.” He couldn’t keep his face schooled. He knew his smile was broad.
She giggled. “That’s a brilliant idea.”
“Good. Now, arms up.”
She lifted her arms without protest and let him pull the dress over her head. She’d kicked her sandals off in the kitchen earlier, so she was left in a very pretty matching bra and panty set that was all lace and silk in a pale pink shade.
For a moment, all Anton could do was stare at her. He’d never been more attracted to anyone in his life. “Jeez, Gemma. You’re making my cock hard just standing there.”
She bit into her lip and said nothing.
He trailed a finger between her ample cleavage and then lower to the edge of her panties. He loved that she had soft curves and didn’t seem to be self-conscious about her stunning body. So many women thought they needed to be rail thin, and if they weren’t, they worried.
Gemma James was a goddess. “Perfection,” he muttered as he hooked his fingers in her panties and drew them down her legs. He had to lean down to get them off her ankles, and this brought his face closer to her pussy.