Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“Of course, I will.”
Razor finished her back and stroked the washcloth over her shoulder. He lifted her hand out of the water and washed her arm and hand. Honey moaned at the delightful feel of his fingers massaging hers. He seemed to sense exactly where her tension coiled.
“That’s amazing, Daddy. I’d pay money for a hand treatment like this.”
“No cash needed. Daddies charge in kisses.”
“I have lots of those,” she rushed to assure him.
“Now, that makes me happy,” he said and winked at her.
When he reached across to glide his hand down her arm to repeat his treatment on the other side, Honey pressed her lips to his cheek. He responded by turning his head to kiss her mouth. Instant heat flared between them. Honey squirmed on the bottom of the tub and gasped when she banged her foot on the porcelain.
“Are you okay, Little girl?” Razor asked after stabilizing her.
“Ouch, Daddy.” Honey couldn’t help pushing her bottom lip out slightly as she pouted at her injured foot.
Steeling his features to avoid revealing how damn cute she was, Razor told her, “Glaring at it won’t make your ankle heal faster, Little girl.”
“Do you have a magic wand? Don’t they give those to doctors?”
“No, sweetheart. Only fairies and witches get magic wands. Unfortunately, I’m neither of those things.”
“You could be a wizard,” she suggested.
“But I’m not. I’m a boring doctor who knows you will heal in a couple of weeks if you stay off your ankle and let it rest.”
She sighed heavily and nodded. “Got it. I’m screwed for days on end.”
Unable to maintain his stern look, Razor grinned and then nodded. “That could be arranged.”
“Daddy!”
Charmed by her Littleness, Razor kissed her forehead before suggesting, “Let’s get you out of the bathtub. It’s time for lunch and then a nap.”
“I don’t nap,” she protested.
“You do now. Resting supports the healing process.”
“Really? Sleeping is going to make my ankle feel better?” she asked skeptically.
“Yes.” Without further explanation, Razor leaned closer, sliding his hands around her nude form.
Squealing, Honey wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on as water splashed over him, drenching his shirt. “Daddy! You’re all wet!”
“So are you, Little girl,” he reminded her as he tugged a thick towel off the nearby rod. He spread it over the vanity and set her bottom down on the soft material.
Exposed completely in the bright light of the bathroom, Honey covered her breasts as she leaned forward to hide.
His body responded immediately to her beautiful form even as he corrected her behavior. “Sit up straight, Honey,” Razor instructed as he grabbed another towel.
Heat radiated from his gaze as he dried her skin. He bolstered her confidence, but she battled believing his attraction to her. She searched for an excuse. “I… I’m cold.”
“Hmmm…,” Razor said, sounding doubtful as he rubbed the terrycloth over her skin to soak up the moisture on her skin.
“You’re wet. Aren’t you chilled?” Honey went all in, sticking with her excuse.
“Nope. Just damp.” Razor wrapped the towel around her shoulders and stepped back to rip his T-shirt over his head. He threw it away to land on the tiled floor with a wet splat.
Damn! Honey loved the sight of Razor’s honed body. She’d seen him naked several times, but this view never got old. She wiggled on the stubble of the towel below her, enjoying the intimate friction. Dropping her gaze lower, she could see his cock pressing against his jeans.
He retrieved the towel and continued drying her skin. Honey inhaled deeply. Razor didn’t wear cologne. His beard oil had a faint essence of vanilla that complemented his personal spicy scent. Unable to resist, she leaned forward and licked a delectable spot on his pec.
“Mmmm. That feels good, Little girl,” he murmured. His deep voice revealed his arousal as it flowed over her.
Encouraged, Honey trailed her fingers along his ribcage to his waistband. His muscles reacted to her touch, making her feel powerful and alluring. He froze in place, holding his breath as Honey traced the thick material clinging to his hips. When she reached the button at the top, she slipped it out and drew the metal tab of his zipper down.
His hand trapped hers against him, stopping her movement. Honey took her time, lifting her gaze to meet his. She playfully wiggled her thumb across his growing shaft as she asked, “Maybe Daddies feel better after napping too?”
“I don’t want to hurt your foot, sweetheart.”
“Then we’ll be careful,” she promised. “I’ll do exactly what you say.”
Razor looked at her hard for a long second before wrapping his arms around her and gently plucking her off the vanity. One of his hands drifted lower to cup her bottom. His fingers squeezed her full buttocks as he carried her from the bathroom. The sensation tantalized her, but she wanted his touch in another spot.