Page 119 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Would he think her strange?

Plenty of adults who aren’t Little sleep with stuffed toys, right?

You’re overreacting. And he’s going to notice that you’ve gone all silent.

Then, his words penetrated her panic. “What . . . what did you call me?”

“Little one.”

“I’m not little,” she whispered.

“Aren’t you?” he countered, tucking the covers around her.

Much like a Daddy might do. Was he a Daddy?

How had she missed that he was a Daddy? She’d noticed he had a dominant streak, but had she unconsciously sensed any other things?

Was that why she was attracted to him? Because he was a Daddy?

Was she falling into old habits? Into bad patterns?

No.

This really wasn’t proof that he was a Daddy Dom. He was just a caring guy.

Perhaps to him, ‘little one’ was just a term of endearment.

“No, I’m not,” she said firmly.

Sitting on the bed facing her, he stared down at her for a long moment. “All right.”

Bebe breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Get a good night’s sleep. Don’t worry about the stalker or the attack or anything else.” He smoothed the blankets over her. “I’ll turn your night-light on before I turn off the main one.”

He got to his feet and walked over to switch her night-light on.

Her breathing grew faster again. He knew.

Bebe was positive he knew. So he really was a Daddy? Was he interested in her because he thought she was a Little?

Was that the only reason?

No, it couldn’t be. He wanted her.

Didn’t he?

What would he say when he learned she could never be a Little again? That the thought of it made her pulse race. It made her an anxious mess.

Bebe could feel her hands starting to shake.

This is why she should stay away from all men. She was a mess. And she shouldn’t be with anyone.

Let alone someone kind and normal like Corbin.

Moving to her, he crouched over her and kissed her forehead.

She felt herself melting.

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