Mocha Latte (Little Cakes #17) Read Online Pepper North, Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Tags Authors: , Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Series: Paige Michaels
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
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“Good girl,” he praised.

She shouldn’t have felt the warmth grow inside her at his words. She wasn’t really a little girl.

“It’s okay, Aria.” He smoothed his free hand over her shoulder. “Think of it as flirting. I love taking care of you, and you bloom each time I compliment you. It’s okay to enjoy being appreciated and pleasing me.”

She thought about that for a minute and nodded. Who cared what others might think as long as she was happy and he enjoyed it? “Could I have another bite of noodles?”

“Of course.”

It was way too soon when Aria caught a glimpse of the clock and bolted to her feet. “I need to get back to my computer. Can I help you clean up?”

“I’ve got this, Aria. Go. I’ll see you tomorrow after work.”

Walking briskly back to her cubicle, Aria realized they hadn’t made any specific plans for tomorrow. As she powered back on her computer, she felt the corners of her lips curve into a smile. He always took care of everything.

Chapter Ten

Follow me home.

Aria had just gotten in her car the following evening when the message came in on her phone. She stared at the sender name of Daddy before looking up to see his SUV in front of her. He waved and she lifted her hand to return the greeting. When he reached the exit for the parking lot, she made her decision and turned right to follow him instead of taking her normal route to the left.

Cameron’s home wasn’t far. After heading into a nice neighborhood, he pulled into the large driveway and motioned for her to take the spot next to him. By the time she had her car in park, he was at her side, ready to open her door.

“Daddy? Was that an invitation or an order?” she asked, waggling her phone.

“Whichever worked to get you to follow me home,” he answered.

Unable to stop, Aria giggled and slid out of the car. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rose onto her toes to hug him close. A passing vehicle made her realize that they stood out in the middle of his driveway where the neighbors could see. His hand around her jaw kept her from lowering herself to fully stand on the concrete.

“Kiss me, Aria.”

Without thinking, she pressed her mouth against his as she hugged him tight to her body. He allowed her to experiment before taking control of the kiss and sending the sensations skyrocketing in all directions. Damn, that man can kiss!

The hard feel of his warmth wrapped around her as he embraced her with his free arm. Unable to concentrate on anything else, Aria lost herself in the heated exchange. When he finally lifted his head, she stared into his green eyes, trying to gather her thoughts.

“Daddy?” she whispered.

“Let’s go inside, Giggles. I don’t think the neighbors need to see what happens next,” he answered, referring to her unspoken question before pressing a soft peck to her nose.

“Oh!”

Aria looked around to see how many people were watching and found only a doodle dog with its paws propped on the neighbor’s fence. “You!” she said, laughing as she whacked his shoulder playfully.

“Curly has been known to gossip,” he said, pointing to the tail-wagging pup. “Let’s go inside before he decides to draw attention to us.”

Following the handsome man inside, Aria looked around. It was a comfortable home—not stuffy at all. Neat and tidy but lived in. She could see him here.

“You’re smiling,” he commented.

“You match your house—well put together but easygoing. I don’t feel like I can’t touch anything here for fear of messing up the perfect pillow arrangement or leaving a fingerprint.”

“Good. I want it to feel like home. Let’s go change clothes,” he suggested, taking her hand.

“Oh, I don’t have any clothes in my car,” she said quickly.

“I have a set of play clothes in your nursery for you.”

“My nursery?” He’d mentioned having a nursery on their first date, but she’d put it out of her mind. It hadn’t seemed like a real possibility.

Cameron drew her down the hallway to an open door. Walking into the room, he paused so she could look around. He’d painted each wall a different pastel color: pink, blue, yellow, and green. There was a large crib with white railings around it and a pastel rainbow quilt that looked so soft.

Aria walked forward to stroke her fingers over the satin finish on the spindles. “They make adult-sized cribs?”

“They do. And rockers for two as well as a changing table,” Cameron pointed out. “There’s even a play table for you to color at or put puzzles together.”

“Who did you create this room for?” she asked suspiciously.

“I started putting this room together when I moved in. I haven’t had a Little in my life since my twenties, except for some play at different clubs. I haven’t played with any Littles at Blaze except you,” he said, obviously noting her hardening expression.


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