Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
That excuse wouldn’t have gone over well considering he personally knew her car had been worked on by the best and was in tip top shape.
“Hi, Daddy.” She reached out and grabbed his hand to drag him into her apartment.
He grinned as he looked around, relieved to see nothing out of the ordinary.
Riley shut the door behind him and swept a hand out, indicating the entire one-room studio. “I’ll give you a tour. This is my living room, my kitchen, my bedroom, my den, my dining room, my office, and my game room. What do you think?” She giggled.
He dropped his bag, reached down, and picked her up by the hips, enjoying the way she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to his shoulders. “That was some tour,” he teased. “I don’t feel like I even moved a single inch.”
She slid her hands to the back of his head and threaded her fingers in his hair. “Do you like it?”
He took a few steps farther into the room, glancing around. It was perfectly ordinary. Not a single indication that she had something to hide or be embarrassed about.
“You really do like red,” he commented, noticing the red bedspread on her daybed, the red rug on the floor, and the red curtains he thought she might have made herself covering the windows.
“Red is a great color. It makes me happy.”
“I see that. I like it.” He met her gaze and then frowned. The bags under her eyes were even darker than last night. “Did you stay up for two nights cleaning, panda bear?”
She shook her head, but her cheeks pinkened at the same time.
“What would I find if I looked under your bed?”
Her cheeks darkened from pink to dark red. “You don’t need to look under my bed, Daddy.”
He took another step in that direction to see how she’d react. When she stiffened in his arms, he stopped. Maybe she was a closeted slob. She’d insisted otherwise, but now it would seem she had indeed spent hours cleaning late at night and had jammed a lot of things under the bed.
“Riley…” he warned. “Do you think Daddy would care if you were messy?”
She shook her head. “I’m not messy, Daddy. I promise.”
“But you’re hiding something.” He glanced at the bed again.
She cupped his cheeks and met his gaze. “I’m not ready to show you yet. Please?”
His heart rate picked up. She was hiding something. It was important to her. It had been all over her apartment and she’d shoved it under the bed. He couldn’t imagine what on earth his Little girl might be keeping from him.
“Does anyone else know about this mysterious secret?” he asked, his curiosity beyond piqued.
“Only a few people. I promise it’s not a bad thing.”
“Ellie? Daisy? Tori?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He shifted his attention to the bed again.
The red comforter hung almost to the floor, so he couldn’t see under it, but he’d bet money it was jam packed under there. There weren’t many places to store things in this tiny studio. There wasn’t even a closet. The only door besides the entrance was standing open and led to the bathroom. Her clothes were on a rack in the corner of the room, a red partition partially concealing them.
Milo couldn’t decide what to do here but risking embarrassing her didn’t seem to be the answer, so he let it go and headed for her small kitchen counter instead.
He settled her on her bottom and set his hands on the counter at her hips. She had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail tonight, exposing where the tips of rose petals danced along the column of her pale neck.
He bent to lick a line up to her ear. “You’ll tell me one day soon?”
“I promise, Daddy.”
He kissed her ear. He had to respect her wishes on this. It couldn’t be something bad. No way would his Little girl be involved in something bad. Especially not if she intended to share it soon.
“I wonder what color your bra and panty set are tonight,” he whispered in her ear.
She giggled, squirming against him. “Do you want to see?”
His cock grew hard in an instant. Hell, yes, he wanted to see. He wanted to see every inch of her. Tonight she had on a black tank top with the Blaze logo on the front.
He dipped his mouth to her shoulder and used his teeth to tug the sleeve to the side. A grin spread across his face. “Aren’t you full of surprises.” Her bra was a rainbow of colors. Like splashes of paint had been tossed haphazardly at the fabric.
She wiggled, scooting closer to the edge of the counter and parting her legs. “I missed you,” she whispered as she flattened her palms on his chest.
Milo wrapped his hands around her wrists and drew them behind her before capturing both of her small arms with one of his.