Page 172 of Guardian Daddy

Catching his breath, he rubbed her cheek lightly. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Murmuring, she licked at his dick, taking more of him into her mouth now that he wasn’t so hard.

And so the torture began all over again.

He was the luckiest fucking bastard he knew.

“Is it bad if I say that I don’t want this time to end?” Cate whispered to Ethan as he carried her into her bedroom that night. She held onto Lady and her pacifier.

Rhodes and Samantha were due back in the morning and their little holiday to themselves was over.

“I know, baby. I feel the same.” Ethan laid her down on the bed.

She stared up at him in confusion. “What are you doing, Daddy?”

“I’m going to get you into your pajamas. Then potty, teeth, and sleep.”

Cate could feel herself blushing. He was going to undress her? Put her on the toilet?

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Such a good girl. And don’t worry about Rhodes and Samantha returning, we’ll find some time for us. I’ve texted Ink to tell him I need to take an unpaid leave of absence.”

Guilt filled her. How long could he afford to go without getting paid? But she knew better than to offer to pay him again.

He returned with her pajamas. “I’m going to strip you now, baby.”

Cate nodded. She was ready for this.

Sort of.

She put her pacifier in her mouth to distract herself as he started with her pants. He left her warm socks on as he drew up her pajama bottoms.

Then he stripped off her sweatshirt, long-sleeved shirt, and singlet. He reached his hands underneath her to undo her bra.

She knew she was bright red, but he didn’t linger. Didn’t stare at her or try to grope her.

That was slightly disappointing.

After he got her into her pajama top, he carried her into the bathroom to get her ready for bed.

When he laid her into bed, he tucked the covers around her and Lady.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Catie-pie?”

“Where are you going to sleep tonight?” she whispered. Because she wasn’t sure that she could stand for him to be away from her.

She didn’t want to be alone.

Which was strange, when she used to relish being alone. Because being on her own meant no one could hurt her.

Ethan brushed the hair off her face. “I thought I’d sit in the armchair again.”

“But that doesn’t seem very comfy.” Cate cleared her throat. “You could sleep with me. If you want. If you don’t, then that’s okay.”

Wow.

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