Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Shower and bed, Cupcake,” he proclaimed when she was finished.
“I’m not tired. Let’s watch another movie. Something scary this time so I can sit on your lap and hold on to your muscles,” she proposed, swaying with her eyes closed.
He felt the corners of his lips twitch upward at her intricate plan to touch him more. “You can sit on my lap anytime, Cupcake. You don’t have to be scared. Let’s get you in the shower.”
While she thought about his open invitation to sit on his lap, Grayson pulled her birthday T-shirt over her head. Her body was as sweet as the nickname he always called her. Her soft curves and creamy skin enchanted him. Quickly he removed her bra and enjoyed her sweet sound of relief. Noting that he should take that off whenever they were alone, he tossed it into the hamper with her other clothes.
“I can’t stand in there, Daddy,” she confessed, leaning against the wall.
“Want me to help you, Cupcake?”
“Please. Maybe I’m a teeny bit tired,” she confessed, holding her finger and thumb a fraction of an inch away from each other to show him how much.
“You have had a very exciting birthday, Little girl. I would be much more exhausted than that.” He pulled his T-shirt over his head and set it on the vanity. He’d need to redress to go home after he tucked her in bed for the night.
Her movement made him glance back to her. He watched her slide down the wall to sit on her bare butt with her head propped up on her palms to watch. Grayson realized he’d become a show to watch. She is completely adorable.
Already on edge from caressing her to orgasm earlier in the day and from holding her close through their movie marathon, Grayson eased his jeans open and pushed his boxers along with the heavy denim to the floor where he quickly stepped out of the material and pulled off his socks. He’d abandoned his shoes hours ago.
When he stood up straight, she whistled in admiration before complimenting, “Daddy, you’re really hot. You do have tattoos.”
“Thank you, Cupcake.” He lifted her to stand, removed her glasses to set them on the vanity, and guided her into the shower as she stroked her hands over his chest and abdomen, tracing the decorations etched into his skin. When she reached lower, he captured her fingers before they could wrap around his cock.
“Did you ask for permission, Little girl?” Grayson asked, forcing himself to use a stern tone.
“No,” she said and stomped her foot.
“No throwing a fit. You’re too tired for a spanking, Cupcake.” He turned on the water and adjusted it to warm, not hot. Tatiana had warned them to not expose the fresh tattoo to heat.
“I might like a spanking,” she proposed, leaning against him for support.
“I’m sure you’ll get one in the future.”
“Okay, Daddy. Thanks,” she answered politely.
Grayson cleaned both their bodies, trying to be clinical as he spread the rose-scented bodywash over her skin. Unable to resist her allure, he spent a bit more time than necessary on her rosy-tipped breasts, her pert bottom, and between her thighs.
“You’re a good bath giver, Daddy,” she praised, wiggling as her body responded to his touch.
Gritting his teeth, Grayson restrained his desire to make love to her. He wanted her to remember their first time together perfectly. He could wait.
When they were rinsed of lather, he turned off the water and grabbed one of the towels on the handy rack. After wiping the moisture from her skin, he wrapped the towel around her to keep her warm as he dried himself off quickly and fastened his towel around his waist, pinning his erection against his body.
“Let’s fix your tattoo before I tuck you into bed,” he suggested, leading her to the vanity. Grayson started to pull back one side of the towel but Valerie helpfully pulled both sides away from her body, exposing herself once again to his view.
“Thank you, Cupcake.” Grayson concentrated on the task of spreading the soothing ointment over her skin. “All done. Let’s get you in bed.”
“Okay,” Valerie dropped the towel to the floor and bumbled ahead to the doorway naked.
Following her naked derriere is no sacrifice, Grayson thought as he trailed her down the hallway. He helped her pull on the nightshirt she slid from her nightstand. “In bed, Little girl.”
As he tucked the covers around her, Valerie grabbed his hand and begged, “Stay here with me, Daddy. You’re tired, too.”
He debated for a few minutes before caving as she clung to him. “Okay, Cupcake. I’ll sleep on top of the covers.”
“No, Daddy! You’ll get cold. I forgot Tarzan. He’s still watching the movie,” she fussed.
“I’ll go get him and be right back.”
“You’ll sleep here?” she asked. “It could be my last birthday present.”