Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Do not tell me if that thing talks to you.” Daddy’s frown was very serious and I couldn’t tell if he thought I was crazy or the doll was magic.
Both?
“Yes, Sir, but there’s nothing…there’s nothing weird special about her.” Either way, I didn’t want Daddy to have nightmares, so I decided it was time to change the subject.
To something that could be just as scary, honestly.
“Who did you tell about our date?” My question made him groan and I couldn’t help laughing. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“Gossip is everyone’s main hobby around here, so part of this is not my fault.” Daddy was shaking his head. “I told my boss because I didn’t want there to be any issue with the whole armored car thing, not that I think you stole the gold.”
Good, because my hoard was not sparkly, heavy, or drivable.
“I’m glad. I haven’t stolen anything.” Hmm. “And I don’t think Lorne did it even if he likes shiny things.”
“That’s what I was thinking.” Daddy nodded, giving me a proud of me smile. “He seems more attracted to small shiny objects than big bars of gold. That’s just not pretty enough for him to have stolen.”
Daddy was so smart.
He understood Lorne’s hoard already.
“I think that’s very good…deductive reasoning.” Wasn’t that the phrase? “I’m very proud of you.”
Daddy grinned and leaned over to kiss my head as we got to the back porch. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” We were so good together.
As we headed inside, I looked around the kitchen. “I don’t have coffee or anything for you to have while you wait. I think I’m supposed to give you something to keep you occupied since I’m running a bit behind.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Daddy squeezed my hand before letting it go. “You go get ready, and I’ll keep myself occupied by figuring out what you need so we can make you a few warm dinners for the rest of the week.”
Oh, that would be lovely.
And Daddy already knew he was supposed to be taking care of me.
Yep, smartest Daddy ever…and the most patient because he didn’t get frustrated even when I took a quick shower because I’d found paint in my hair too.
“Thank you for waiting for me.” As we got to the front door, I looked at him and smiled. “I was very fast. I didn’t get distracted. I didn’t even think about going back to work. I even ignored all the text messages asking about our date.”
Daddy leaned against the door instead of opening it and pulled me closer so I was tucked up close against him. “I think that makes you a very good boy.”
Yes!
Nodding, I knew I shouldn’t lie. “I was. You’re so smart.”
He chuckled, releasing my hand so he could wrap both arms around me. “You say the sweetest things. I think you deserve a reward for being good and so polite.”
Yay.
“I like rewards. Positive reinforcement is a very good way of dealing with me.”
My mother said so.
Daddy grinned, but before he could laugh, he pulled me tight against him and gave me a grown-up kiss, not a you’re a cute little kiss.
I liked grown-up kisses.
But I loved Daddy’s grown-up kisses.
He held me tight and went back and forth between nibbling on my lips and using his tongue to fuck my mouth. Daddy even pinned me against him when I moaned and tried to wiggle closer to him. His kisses were so good, he made me wonder how good I’d have to be to get even more kisses later.
Lots and lots of kisses.
“You’re thinking something naughty.” Daddy’s mouth was turned up on one side as he finally pulled away and shook his head. “No distracting me.”
“I was just getting rewarded.” Oh, I couldn’t wait to call him Daddy. “That’s not a distraction. It’s what happens when I’m a good boy.”
I didn’t want him to forget that.
He gave a soft laugh and nodded. “I guess you’re right.”
Yay.
“Thank you.” Couldn’t say it yet. Couldn’t say it yet.
Daddy laughed. “I can almost hear your thoughts.”
Oh, I hoped not.
We needed at least one full date before I could see if he knew about dragons.
“Come on. Before you distract me again.” He kept saying I was distracting, but he was the one who was doing the kissing. “Naughty boy.”
“I’m just getting my good boy rewards.” I wasn’t going to agree to being naughty until I knew if there were good consequences for that or bad ones.
Or painful ones with very happy endings.
Yep, more information was required.
“Come on. I have to show off my date so everyone knows how special you are.” Daddy was smiling but he sounded like he knew what he was talking about.
I kind of thought I should double-check that, though.
Just in case.
So as we walked out the door—with me even remembering to lock it before Daddy said anything—I took Daddy’s hand and gave him a big smile.