Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“You can’t just do everything for me.”
Why not?
“Just stay where you are, or I’ll sit you on my lap to feed you,” he warned.
Which might not be the smartest idea considering the hard-on he was sporting.
She shook her head at him as she took a drink of soda.
“Where’s your water bottle?” he asked as he undid the lid of the bottle for her.
“I hid it away in my luggage. Not exactly kid-appropriate. You should have seen Aidan’s face when he picked it up in my car. He nearly died.”
Hack snorted. He could imagine.
“He’s such a prude sometimes,” she said.
“Here, drink some water.”
She sighed but reached for the bottle. She managed to spill some on her chin as she drank it. Grabbing a napkin, he held her chin as he wiped it up. By the time he drew back her face was bright red.
“Uh, thanks.”
“You’re welcome, Little girl. Keep eating.”
She shook her head. “No thanks.”
No thanks? She wasn’t getting away with eating next to nothing. Especially as she needed to take some painkillers for her wrist.
She started to stand, and with a sigh, he reached over for her. He made sure not to move too fast, so he didn’t scare her.
Then he plucked her up and sat her on his lap, facing him.
“What are you doing?”
“You need to eat some more. And you can’t seem to sit still long enough to do that.”
She bit her lip. “Sorry.”
“I want to see most of this burger gone.” He held up another piece and fed it to her as she sat facing him. This was an incredibly intimate position to be in. He had to keep reminding himself that the last thing she needed was to know exactly how turned on he was.
There was a dab of sauce at the corner of her mouth and without thinking, he removed it with his finger before putting it in his mouth.
She stared at him, her mouth dropping open. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
He had thought about licking it off, but he was holding himself back.
See? He could behave. Easy.
“Just all part of taking care of you in Hack World.”
“Does Hack World allow donuts? Because I could really use a donut. I wish I’d bought donuts for dinner.”
“Donuts are not a suitable dinner alternative. Breakfast, yes. Dinner, no.”
She sighed. “But sometimes you just gotta have breakfast for dinner.”
“Hmm. I accept that argument.”
“You do?” She gave him a shocked look.
“What? Don’t look so surprised. I can be reasonable.” He fed her another piece of burger, happiness filling him as she took a bite and chewed.
She gave him a skeptical look. “Can you, though?”
“Yes. You wound me.” He placed his hand on his chest.
“I’m sure. You look so upset.”
Considering he was grinning, he understood her disbelief.
“So, if you’re so reasonable, you’d be willing to scrap that rule about a bedtime, then? Right?”
“Absolutely not.” His grin widened as she gave him a disgruntled look.
“So you’re not that reasonable.”
“When it comes to your health, I’ll probably be fairly overbearing.”
“Fairly overbearing? That’s a way to put it.”
“A donut is acceptable once in a while, but if you wanted one every day for dinner, well, that wouldn’t be allowed in Daddy Hack World.”
“Daddy Hack World, huh? DHW has a good ring to it.”
“I like it.”
She swallowed. “You know . . . you haven’t eaten yet. Maybe I should feed you to make sure you eat.” She turned and grabbed his burger. “Open up for the choo-choo train.”
“Oh, you brat. That is not the way it works.” She pressed the burger to his mouth, giggling as it smooshed up against his lips. “Oopsie.”
His eyebrows rose. Was she slipping into Little headspace?
“Brat, did you just get that all over my beard?”
She giggled. “Sorry. My bad. I’ll clean you up.” She tried to get off his lap, but he just stood while holding her against him. She wrapped her legs around him with a squeal. She still had the burger in her uninjured hand.
He carried her into the bathroom, setting her down on the counter as he took in the mess on his face in the mirror.
“Oh, you’re trouble.”
“Who me? I’m a good girl.”
He grunted. “Look at the mess you made of Daddy.”
He was testing the waters. Was it too much? Was she going to pull back?
She sucked in a breath and grew stiff. He couldn’t let her think for too long.
“I ought to send you to stand in the corner for five minutes.”
“What? No! You can’t do that.”
“That’s what naughty girls get. A swat on their bottom and sent to the corner.”
“I wasn’t that naughty, though, right? I’m a good girl?”
“Of course you are. You’re a very good girl. But you shouldn’t mess with a man’s beard.” He washed his mouth and beard.
“I’s sorry. Let me? Greer will clean you up.”
“All right.” He handed her the facecloth. “I think that’s a good idea. Little girls should always clean up any sort of mess they make.” And it got her used to touching him, which was important.