Page 18 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

The bedroom door opened and she stiffened.

“Now that’s a sight to warm a man’s heart.” His voice had lost the note of tension from earlier. “Bet that’s a warm bottom too.”

“Can I move?” she asked.

“Yes, baby. Let me help you.” He helped her climb off the bed and caught her as she threw herself at him.

She clung tight to him. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t lie for any reason. Well, unless I’m trying to throw you a surprise party or something. Then I might have to lie. But otherwise I promise I won’t.”

“I believe you, baby girl,” he told her, rubbing his hand up and down her back soothingly. “I know you won’t. And how about I make things easy for you? Don’t ever throw me a surprise party.”

She let out a laugh. “You don’t like surprise parties?”

“Only surprise I’ve ever liked was when you walked into my life.”

“You didn’t like it to begin with! You thought I was going to be a man.”

“Well, that worked in my favor, didn’t it?”

He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. She winced as he sat her down on the counter. While the cool counter was nice on her flaming skin, it still wasn’t that comfortable to sit. Especially with a plug up her ass.

He turned the taps on and added some bubble bath. Clint never worried that using bubble bath might not be considered manly. But then why would he? Clint was the most confident, sexy man she’d ever met. He stripped, throwing his clothes straight into the laundry hamper. His movements were economic. He wasn’t making a show of getting naked, but she found herself studying him hungrily anyway.

He was all muscle. Wide shoulders, thick biceps and those abs… yum. And he was hers. She needed to keep reminding herself of that. He was hers.

He turned back to her and cupped her face between his hands. “You’re doing too much thinking.”

She gave him a bit of a sad smile. “I always think too much.”

“Except when you’re in Little space. Want me to get your bath toys out?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

He crouched and pulled the container of bath toys out of the cabinet, tipping the whole lot into the bath. She clapped in excitement. Then he tested the water temperature before turning off the taps.

He turned around and reached out to pick her up.

“Daddy, wait!” She held her hands out to stop him.

“What is it?”

“The plug.” She blushed as she clenched down around the foreign object lodged in her ass.

He turned to look in the bath. “Plug looks fine to me.”

“Not that plug! The one in my bottom.” The last three words were whispered.

He raised his eyebrows and placed his hands on the countertop, sandwiching her between his arms. “What was that? I’m getting old, my hearing isn’t what it once was.”

He was forty, not ninety. But she knew he wouldn’t let up until she repeated what she’d said.

“I said that I meant the plug in-in my bottom.”

“Oh, that plug. Well, little girl, that plug stays until I decide it’s time for it to come out. Come on, bath time.” He lifted her into the bath. Then he climbed in, facing her. His tub was so big that it could easily take the two of them, even though Clint was a big guy. He grimaced as he sat then he leaned to one side reached under him, pulling out a plastic mermaid. She giggled.

“Daddy, don’t sit on my mermaid, you’ll suffocate her.”

“Pretty sure mermaids can breathe under water just fine,” he said dryly.

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