Page 108 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

Duke kind of slumped against the vanity, his hand on his chest. Then he straightened, giving her a stern look. “Baby girl, I thought something was really wrong.”

“Something is wrong. I’m the stuff of nightmares.”

“Sunny, stop talking about yourself like that,” he warned.

“I’m not putting myself down, if it’s the truth.”

“It is not the truth. And I don’t like hearing you talk like that.”

Suddenly, Duke picked her up, turning and setting her down on the vanity top. She let out a small cry.

“Daddy! My tummy is not up for being thrown around.”

“I didn’t throw you around. But I did give you an order before. What was it?” He took the cloth and finished washing her face for her.

His voice was calm, but she could sense that she was in trouble.

It was her special power. Being able to tell when she was about to get her butt spanked.

“Ahh, I don’t think it was an order. I mean, an order is something that you give your subordinates, not your soon-to-be wife.”

His whole face lightened at her words. “Wife. I like that word, Mrs. Canton.”

“Do you, Mr. Canton?” she murmured back.

Darn. She wished she felt sexier. But right now, she felt gross. Dirty, smelly, and yuck.

Not conducive to any sort of sexy time.

“You were given an order. What was it?”

She sighed as he put some toothpaste on her toothbrush. “Not to get off the toilet until you returned. But I was fine. And it’s just as well I got up, or I’d still look like the bride of Frankenstein.”

“You don’t belong to Chucky or Frankenstein. You’re my bride. My Little girl. What happens when you’re naughty and don’t listen?”

She pouted. “You can’t spank me. I feel like crap.”

“I’m not going to spank you, Little Rebel,” he reassured her.

Oh, good. Because she really didn’t think her head or her stomach could take that.

“But you are going to let me take care of you today. We’re going to have a Daddy-Little Rebel day.”

While that sounded amazing, there were several things she had to do today for the wedding.

“Duke, I wish I could. But I’ve got a list of things to do?—”

“No. Now, open your mouth.”

She opened her mouth to argue. But, of course, he took advantage and put the toothbrush in her mouth.

He carefully brushed her teeth while she blushed. She really hoped he couldn’t smell her breath.

Gross.

Really not attractive this morning, Sunny.

She spat and rinsed. Then he leaned his hands against the countertop on either side of her, staring down at her with a stern expression.

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