Page 21 of Dating the Daddy

Once she’s dry, I wrap her in my bathrobe and carefully tie the belt around her. The thing is massive on her, trailing almost to her ankles, the fabric swallowing her petite frame in a soft hug.

“There we go, baby girl.” I lift her into my arms again and stride out of the steamy bathroom.

“You do know I can walk, right?” She giggles, wrapping her soft arms around my neck.

“I know, but I want to carry you.” I kiss her silky cheek and hug her sweet body closer.

The way her body melts against mine sends my heart racing. I carry her with ease as her laughter fills my ears and sends spears of unfamiliar delight straight to my grumpy soul.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Daddy,” she whispers, and her warm breath brushes against my skin, sending shivers racing down my spine.

“Anything for my baby girl.” We reach the bed, and I lay her down gently before pulling the robe away from her luscious body. After dragging the covers over her, I fluff the pillow behind her and help her sit back against it.

I place the heaping tray across her lap and pull the chair closer so I can sit right next to her. She glances down at the feastof perfectly fried eggs, crispy bacon, and two slices of buttered toast.

“You cooked enough food for three people,” she says with that charming mixture of surprise and delight.

“Only the best for my baby girl,” I reply, enjoying how natural it feels to say it. Hell, if this is the new normal, I’m on board.

She takes a forkful, and her eyes widen with genuine delight after the first bite. “This is amazing, Aidan!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t do things half-assed,” I reply, shrugging in my typical nonchalant way, but inside, I swell with pride.

My blood pressure nearly crashes through the roof as I watch her nibble her way through the food. Fucking hell, my hands itch to explore every inch of her luscious curves again.

“Alright,” I finally say, unable to take another second of this torture, “time to get you dressed before we end up burning off all the calories you just ate.”

Elysa raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on those full lips. “Sounds like a great idea to me.”

“Not until your pussy has healed a little from last night’s workout,” I shoot back, just playful enough to hide how much I want her now while simultaneously fighting the urge to haul her back under the covers.

“I’m all healed up, Daddy.”

“I’ll check for myself later, but right now, we have things to do.” There’s no way she can wear her slinky dress again, and I need to get us out of my house before I give in to the temptation she presents. “Since keeping you naked and in bed isn’t an option ifI want to keep my hands off you, we need to get out of the house today.”

“What do you have planned, Daddy?” Her trust in me warms my heart and turns my fucking dick to stone.

“I’ll give you something of mine to wear while we head over to your place to pack a weekend bag. Once we’ve taken care of that, we’ll go see what movies they have playing at the theater.” Great. I’m not too sure that’s the best fucking idea. Sitting next to her in a darkened movie theater might just test the limits of my control. And we’ll be seen in public. Together. I don’t want to give her a reason to refuse, so I offer, “We can arrive separately if you’re worried about someone seeing us together.”

“All of that sounds great.” She laughs as we both get up from the bed, and I watch her shuffle into the bathroom, her graceful movements a little stiff. “But we’ll go together. I doubt anyone in town will put two and two together and come up with my identity.”

I rummage through my closet, searching for something that won’t swallow her curvy body whole. What I pull out is a pair of my old sweatpants and a sweatshirt. The outfit will be way too fucking big for her, but I know she’ll look incredible drowning in my clothes. In my mind, I can already picture her luscious body wrapped in the fabric, and it sends a rush of possessiveness straight through me.

“Here you go,” I call out as I walk back into the bedroom. I hold up the oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants to her.

Her laughter rings out, full of warmth and light, contrasting with the chaos in my head. “I’m going to look like the Pillsbury doughboy in that.”

“The most adorable little doughboy on earth.”

She takes the clothes, rolling her eyes dramatically as she puts the outfit on. I swallow the urge to spank her luscious ass as anticipation fills the air like static.

Holy hell. The sweatshirt hangs down to her thighs while the sleeves nearly swallow her hands. She rolls the waist of the pants several times just so she can walk. It’s a fucking sight to behold. And she’s all goddamn mine.

“I look like I’m wearing a potato sack!” she exclaims, spinning around like a charm, showcasing the entire effect.

“Not even close.” I laugh, raking my eyes over her. “You pull it off better than anyone I know. Jesus, you could wear a trash bag and still look incredible.”

“You’re so sweet, Daddy.” Her words cause my heart to race. I’ve never been called sweet in my goddamn life, but hearing it from her causes a part of me I didn’t even know I had to wake up.

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