Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Her brow furrowed. “You know what, Daddy?”
“What?”
“I don’t even know what you do for a living.” She giggled. “How is that possible?”
He chuckled. “Because my job is very boring, Bumblebee. I’m an accountant. I work from home most days. I only leave when I need to meet with a client somewhere. Otherwise, I’m usually here in my home office. I make my own hours.”
“Oh. So, you’re like a math genius or something.” She was grinning.
“Or a boring math nerd.”
She shook her head. “You’re definitely not boring, Daddy. Never. And I don’t think you’re nerdy either.”
He cupped her cheek and changed the subject. “What do you think about my suggestion, Bumblebee? Will you move in with me?”
“Hmmm. Let me think about it…” she joked.
He could see she was struggling to keep a straight face, so he slid his hand under her T-shirt and tickled her tummy.
She went into a fit of giggles and pushed at his hand. “Daddy, stop!”
He flattened his palm on her soft belly, loving the way she was grinning.
“Okay, I’ll bring a few more things over tomorrow.”
“Just a few?” he teased.
“Maybe a couple of work outfits in case I get tired here several nights in a row and don’t want to drive home.” She was clearly fighting the urge to giggle again.
“That’s plenty. I can always wash your work clothes if you don’t mind wearing the same thing over and over to work. You won’t need play clothes at all. I’ve got you covered on clothes to wear at home.”
She glanced down at herself. “Your budget for play clothes was pretty limited.” She plucked at her T-shirt. “So far I’ve mostly seen T-shirts.”
He leaned her back and tickled her again. “Watch it, sassy girl, or I’ll keep you in nothing but pull-ups and diapers from now on. T-shirts aren’t really that necessary.”
She gave a fake exaggerated gasp. “Daddy, I’d get cold.”
He shook his head. “Nope. I can wrap you up in a blanket like a burrito.”
Her face grew serious again, and she held his gaze. “Am I going to sleep in your bed, Daddy?”
“When you’re ready. No pressure. You can sleep in this room if you’d prefer for a while.” Though the idea made him want to flinch. He really wanted her in his bed. Even if she wasn’t ready for him to be naked with her, he’d like to hold her in his arms in the night.
She shook her head. “I’d be scared and lonely in here.”
Relief flooded him, but he didn’t want to seem overly eager. “You’d have Spike. He does an excellent job keeping you company at night.”
“Could Spike sleep in your bed too?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t think of leaving Spike out. Do you think he’s ready for that kind of step? I wouldn’t want to rush him either. I sure don’t want to wake up in the morning and find out he bit off my ear or a finger.”
She giggled. “He already likes you. I don’t think you have to worry about him attacking you in the night.” She leaned in closer, conspiratorially. “But we should probably cover his eyes while we’re kissing and stuff just to make sure he doesn’t lash out in a fit of jealousy.”
Terry gave her a definitive nod. “Agreed. We’ll cover his eyes when we’re kissing and stuff.” The stuff was making his cock harder than a rock, and he wondered if she could feel his erection against her thigh. Down, boy. She hasn’t agreed to bringing you out to play yet.
Terry lifted the book. “Let’s read a few chapters, yeah?”
She snuggled in closer to him, setting her head on his shoulder.
Her relaxed posture was short-lived, because it only took a few pages of reading to determine she’d been right. The story definitely revolved around a boy and his many pets as they all learned to get along.
Chapter Fifteen
It was hard for Kiki to focus on the story. Her mind kept wandering to what might happen after Daddy read a few chapters. He wanted her to stay the night. In fact, he’d asked her to stay all the nights. He’d also made it clear he wanted her in his bed in the long run.
Did he see them having sex tonight? Would it seem too forward for her to suggest such a thing? She’d be mortified if she suggested they have sex and he turned her down. That would be humiliating.
But also she wanted him to make love to her. She’d been squirming ever since she arrived. Even though he’d given her an orgasm on the changing table, it had only taken the edge off.
It was hard to keep from thinking about how it had felt for him to push his finger into her bottom. So naughty and so intimate at the same time. The taboo feeling was what made her so horny, and it lingered long after he was no longer fingering her.