Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
She hesitated and then drew in a deep breath. “May I have my juice please, Daddy?”
If there was any part of him that had held back, it melted and wrapped around her pinky at those words. He kissed her forehead and handed her the juice.
After pulling the pizza box closer, he opened it. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got half cheese and half everything. I figured it would work either way because I have a favorite way to eat pizza.”
She looked up at him, cocked her head to one side, and giggled. “I like everything on my pizza. What way do you like to eat it?”
Callen reached over, picked up the cheese half, and folded it over the supreme half. “Like a sandwich,” he declared as he broke apart what was now four giant slices with crust on both the top and the bottom.
She giggled again. “That’s so creative. Then your fingers don’t get all slippery from the grease.”
“Exactly. But you do have to have a wide mouth. Is your mouth big enough for something this thick?”
She tipped her head back and opened her mouth really wide.
That was a mistake to ask. Callen ripped his mind away from the steamy place it had gone to immediately and forced himself to speak normally.
“Yep. It looks like you’ll be able to do it.” He strode back across the room using the cover provided by the kitchen to shift his heavy cock in his jeans. Down, boy. As he struggled to regain control, Callen opened two cabinets before finding her plates. After returning with them, he slid one double-decker slice onto a plate in front of her. “Try it. See if you can do it. If it’s too messy or too hard to get your lips around, Daddy can cut it up into smaller pieces.”
She looked at the slice for a moment and then at him again, cocking her head to the side. “And then what would happen?”
He thought about her question for a moment before realizing her intent. “Oh, well, several things could happen. It would depend on how young your Little is at the time. You could eat the smaller bites with your fingers, Daddy could feed you with a rubber-coated spork, or you could feed yourself.”
Jordi grinned. “You don’t have a preference?”
“Nope. I already know what I need to know, and that’s that I’m your Daddy. The rest will work itself out. I’ll take my cues from you as we figure out what age you like to be. Maybe you like to be different ages on different nights? I suspect you’re not certain right now, and we’ll feel it out together.”
Callen slid two of the double slices onto his plate before heading to the sink to get a glass of water. When he sat back down, Jordi was still grinning. “Do all Daddies know just the right things to say?”
He smiled at her. “I don’t know, Sunshine. I don’t even know if I will always know the right things to say, but I do know when you’re attracted to someone the way I’m attracted to you, nothing they say sounds wrong.”
“Mmm. Good point. You might be right. I guess I’m also attracted to you the same amount. I don’t know the right answer to my question either. My head is all over the place trying to decide. I think I want to try all the ways. Tonight, I’ll see if I can pick up the pizza and eat it folded over with my hands. Maybe the next time we have pizza you can cut it up and feed me. For research purposes, of course,” she suggested.
“But of course. For research.” He winked at her and took a huge bite.
Jordi did the same, leaning way over her plate, probably to avoid getting any of the grease on her dress.
“Do you have a bib, Sunshine?”
She nodded. “Yes, Daddy. In the drawer on the right. Can you get me one?”
He couldn’t help but kiss her forehead again as he stood. Seconds later, he slid a dishtowel bib over her head and smoothed it down to protect her dress. “Perfect. Just like you.”
Her cheeks turned bright red as she took another bite. She was grinning too. They were making headway. She’d come a long way since he’d first entered her apartment.
And Callen had never been more certain of anything in his life.
When they’d eaten all the pizza they could fit in their stomachs, Callen suggested, “Would you like to choose a movie to watch?”
“Sure. What do you like? Princesses and magic? Princesses and adventure? Princesses and adorable animals that make you want to hug them and kiss their faces over and over again?”
“I think I’d like to watch that last one,” Callen selected, knowing immediately which one she wanted to watch from her descriptions.