Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Luckily, he spoke again, keeping her from having to respond. “Let’s take things one day at a time. I’ll woo you with my Daddy Dominance until you can’t imagine leaving.”
“I’m a nurse, Caesar. I love my work. I can’t easily get a job nursing in New Zealand. I’d have to get a work visa. And I can’t believe I’m even pondering this idea. We just met.”
He leaned more fully over her, planting his elbows on either side of her head while settling a knee between hers under the covers.
Isla’s breath hitched. The temperature in the room went up ten degrees. There was a fire brewing under the blankets.
“I’m pondering this idea because you feel the connection just as strongly as I do, Little Fish. Believe me. I didn’t question the bond Rocco felt with Sadie the moment he met her, but I did grow suspicious after Hawking and Celeste met. With Kestrel and Zara, I thought surely we’d fallen into some weird alternate dimension. By the time Magnus and Phoenix met Juniper and Lyra, I’d resigned myself to assuming that whoever Kingsley assigned me to protect would undoubtedly be the perfect Little girl for me. The man is a magician. And I knew it deep in my soul as soon as I saw you.”
Isla pursed her lips. She couldn’t disagree with him. She’d felt the same connection almost as fast, but was it reasonable?
He cupped the side of her head. “Your brain knows you’re mine even though it’s not logical.” He slid his hand down to her chest. “In here, your heart knows I’m right.” He moved that hand lower and cupped her pussy over her jammies. “And this heat tells me the connection is both mental and physical. Are you wet for me, Little Fish?”
She swallowed and nodded.
He tucked his fingers under the edge of her shorts and stroked through her soaked folds, making her moan. A second later, he removed his hand, slid off the bed, and hauled her to the edge.
She yelped, disoriented from the sudden change and the fact that it would take very little to make her come. “Daddy!” she cried out defiantly.
He dropped his hands down on either side of her hips and grinned wide. “That’s a sound I want to hear every day for the rest of my life.”
“Daddy?” she asked, even more confused. Didn’t he understand that she couldn’t process his cryptic comments this early in the morning?
“Mmm-hmm, but with that tone. The one you’ll use when you feel like defying or arguing with me. That naughty voice that will land you over my lap more often than you can imagine.”
She grabbed his forearms and scooted herself so that her legs dangled off the side of the bed. “You mean the tone I’ll use when you tease my pussy and then leave me hanging?”
“Yep. That’s the one.” His smile was filled with satisfaction.
“That’s not fair, meanie.”
He chuckled. “It keeps you on your toes.” He lifted her by the hips and set her on her feet.
She swayed a bit from the sudden movement. “Seriously, Daddy,” she complained, “I don’t move this fast when I first wake up.”
“I’ve got you.” He guided her toward the bathroom.
She was still thinking about how warm the bed had been and how she hadn’t had enough coffee for all this cheerfulness and attention when he squatted in front of her and pulled her shorts down.
She gasped as she looked down at him. “What are you doing?”
He lifted her by the hips and set her on the toilet. “Go potty.”
Eyes wide, she shook her head. “Not while you’re watching, Daddy.”
She said those words, but inside, her tummy was flipping around because the visual of him squatting in front of her, his hands on her parted knees and his face level with her pussy made a rush of wetness leak out of her. It was so intimate and so naughty. Could she pee while he watched?
Daddy stroked his hands up her thighs and then slowly lifted her shirt up her body. “Arms up, Little Fish.”
She whimpered as she obeyed him.
“No secrets from Daddy.” His hands came back to her thighs.
She shuddered from the embarrassment of sitting naked on the potty while he waited. It was obvious he had all the patience in the world and would wait her out. Plus, she really needed to pee.
When his thumbs stroked her inner thighs, she lost it and let her bladder go, shivering at the intimacy.
“That’s a good girl,” he crooned, making her nipples even harder and the flutters increase. He stood, pulled off a row of toilet paper, and reached between her legs to wipe her so fast she didn’t have time to argue.
A second later, she was back on her feet, being guided to the sink where her Daddy turned on the water, pushed a pump of soap in his palm, and washed their combined hands.