Page 168 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“Where did this come from, Daddy?” she asked.

It felt so nice and soft.

“I bought it for you. I thought you’d look cute in it. And you do.” He leaned over her and kissed her.

“Hmm, come to bed with me?” Now, that was the sort of nap she could get into.

“No, sorry, I have to get dinner ready. And I have a few other things to do, but I’ll wake you in plenty of time for dinner.”

“I won’t sleep, Daddy. I’m not good at sleeping at night, what makes you think I can do it during the day?”

“We’ll see. I’m going to go get your bottle, you stay here.” He moved the covers back and rolled her under them. Then hetucked her in and left. She heard him in the kitchen. She couldn’t believe he was going to feed her a bottle! No one had ever given her a bottle, but it was something she’d dreamed about for a long time.

When he returned, he had some milk in her new bottle as well as her pacifier.

“Do you want the blanket from your box?” he asked.

She nodded, unable to speak anymore. A mix of excitement and nerves held her tongue. Corbin grabbed her blanket and she took it, burying her face in it.

God, how she’d missed her blankie. Seemed so crazy when it had always been close by and she could have accessed it at any time.

After she pulled the blanket off her face, Corbin sat next to her and drew her onto his lap, resting her back against his arm. Then he placed the nipple of the bottle against her lips.

With a sigh, she opened her mouth and started sucking.

It was magical.

A feeling of calm, of rightness, came over her. Before she knew it, her eyes were closing and she was falling asleep.

“Good girl. That’s Daddy’s very good girl.” The pacifier replaced the nipple of the bottle. “Go to sleep now, be a good girl for Daddy.”

It was impossible.

There was no way.

Not . . . possible . . .

Corbin watched his girl sleep.

There were other things he should be doing. Like researching the asshole. Or looking into Barb closer. Or making dinner and tidying up.

But he’d just sit here a while longer and watch her . . . and marvel that he might just be the luckiest bastard in the world to have her love him.

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Corbin carefully pulled back the blankets from the bottom of the bed.

He deliberately hadn’t put any panties on Bebe so he could do this. Dinner was ready, the cabin was clean and he’d managed to get some research done.

Now, to take care of his baby.

He crawled up the bed. She was lying on her back, her legs spread.

Just perfect.

He kept his touch light as he settled on his stomach between her legs. He’d stripped off before climbing in, rolling a condom on.

Fuck. He couldn’t wait to take her bare. She’d asked Doc for some birth control, which had been a surprise to him as they hadn’t discussed it. But yeah, the idea of just being able to slide inside her without worrying about condoms made him hot.

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