Page 25 of Stealing Daddy's Heart

His dominance makes me feel lighter, almost giddy. I've spent so much time trying to be independent, strong, and in control of everything, but with Garrett, I feel safe enough to be vulnerable. He gives me both the safety and freedom I've been craving.

It feels so right.

“Let's get you dressed, “ he murmurs, his voice low and caring.

After that mind-blowing shared experience, Garrett surprises me by being incredibly attentive. He helps me sit up, his strong hands gentle as he pulls my dress back over my shoulders and zips me up, making sure I'm fully dressed and comfortable.

His touch is reverent, as if he's handling something precious.

“There,” he says, smoothing down my dress. “Beautiful as ever.”

I blush, still a little dazed from the experience we shared. Garrett seems to understand. He leans over and grabs a bottle of water from a nearby table, cracking the seal and holding it to my lips.

“Here, drink this,” he says, unscrewing the cap. Instead of handing it to me, he brings it to my lips, tilting it gently.

I take a sip, grateful for the cool liquid. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was until now. Garrett's other hand cups the back of my head, supporting me as I drink.

“Good girl,” he murmurs approvingly. He then picks up what looks like a protein bar and unwraps it, breaking off a piece and holding it to my mouth.

“You need to eat something,” he says.

I open up obediently and he slips the morsel in, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. It's oddly intimate, this act of being hand-fed.

As I chew, I can't help but be amazed by how seamlessly he's transitioned into this caregiving role. It's like he instinctively knows what I need.

“You’re perfect,” he says softly when I've finished. Although his praise sends a warm flutter through my chest, I still ask him, “Even when I have crumbs on my face?”

I could get so used to this.

As we start to gather ourselves, still lost in the afterglow, a sudden movement catches my eye. A server, oblivious to the intimacy of the moment, approaches with a tray of champagne.

My heart jumps into my throat. Didn't Garrett pay for privacy?

I glance at Garrett, and the look on his face makes my breath catch. His eyes, so soft and tender moments ago, have turned to steel. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking visibly.

It's like watching a switch flip—the caring, gentle Daddy is gone, replaced by the dangerous, commanding man I know he can be. For a split second, I almost feel sorry for the server.

Garrett's arm tightens around me protectively as he turns to face the intruder. His voice, when he speaks, is low and laced with barely contained fury. “What part of 'no interruptions' was unclear?”

The server pales, finally seeming to realize his mistake. He stammers, “I-I'm sorry, sir. I didn't realize?—”

“Get out,” Garrett growls, his tone brooking no argument.

As soon as he's gone, Garrett turns to me, his expression softening. “I'm sorry about that, babygirl. Are you okay?”

I nod, still a bit shaken by the abrupt shift in mood. But there's a part of me—a part I'm only beginning to understand—that thrills at seeing this side of Garrett.

The way he took control, the way he protected our privacy. It makes me feel safe, cherished, and, if I'm being honest, more than a little turned on.

Chapter 8

Garrett

As I feed her,I'm stunned by her boldness, her trust. She asks for what she wants, yet remains soft and vulnerable. Her skin is flushed, lips swollen, and her eyes shine.

My chest tightens. I've never felt this way before, ready to risk everything just to hold her.

I trail my fingers along her jaw, tilting her face to meet my gaze. “I never want to let you go.”

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