Page 205 of Daddy, Sir

Lily

Lily sat on the floor, cross-legged, absently running a tiny brush through the doll’s soft curls. It was her favorite doll who she always played with when she came to The Playground. She should have been fully immersed in play, but she wasn’t. Not withhimwatching. Not with his scent still lingering around her. Not with his voice still hanging in the air as he said her name.

She couldfeelGreyson’s gaze on her from across the room.

The knowledge of that sent shivers through her and made her heart beat just a little faster. It was a strange mix of emotions. Nervousness, anticipation, but also… comfort. Because even though he was no longer right beside her, he hadn’tleft. He wasn’t here with anyone else. And that made Lily feel safe.

She peeked over her shoulder, stealing a glance in his direction.

Their eyes met.

Her breath hitched, and she quickly turned back around, suddenly finding the doll’s curlsveryinteresting. But her stomach swarmed with butterflies, her fingers tingled with the knowledge that he was still watching. Did he still find her attractive? She wasn’t nearly as thin as she used to be, and shehad fine lines around her eyes, showing her true age. Her breasts were fuller and heavier and not at all perky anymore. Would he still look at her the same as he did back then?

Minutes passed. Maybe longer.

Every now and then, she’d steal another glance, and every time, she found his eyes locked on her.

Then, without warning, he was beside her again.

Lily’s lips parted in surprise, her gaze flicking up as he knelt beside her and held something out. A sippy cup, the kind she often used in Little space, pink with cartoon animals dancing across the sides.

“Drink this,” Greyson said firmly. “All of it.”

She scrunched her nose. “It’s water,” she said, frowning. “I don’t like water.”

Which he knew because they’d had many stand-offs over her hatred of it so many years ago. And he’d always won, and she’d usually ended up with a stinging bottom.

Greyson’s eyebrows lifted, his lips twitching slightly as if amused, but the stern glint in his eyes told her he wasn’t budging. “Lily.” His tone shifted a notch lower, just enough to make her sit up a little straighter. “Drink it like a good girl, and I’ll get you some juice afterward.”

The butterflies in her tummy doubled.

He still knewexactlyhow to handle her.

She sighed dramatically because she couldn’t help herself and reached for the cup, the tips of her fingers brushing against his as she took it. Their eyes stayed locked on one another as she brought the spout to her lips and sucked down a few sips, the cool water washing over her tongue.

She pulled it away, her bottom lip pushing out into a pout, but before she could protest, Greyson brushed a warm, gentle hand over the top of her head.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

His praise sank deep into her bones. There was just something about being called a good girl, especially by Greyson, that made her melt. No other man she’d dated had ever had the same effect on her.

“I’ll be over there if you need me.” He gave her head another stroke, then rose and went back to his seat, where he continued to watch her.

Greyson had been true to his word, dropping off her juice after she finished the water, then later a small snack, some crackers and fruit neatly arranged on a plate. It was one of the things she loved so much about The Playground. They had a full menu for patrons, but she also had one specifically for Littles. Because who wanted to eat steak while they were in Little space? Ew.

But now, as she sat on the floor, she suddenly realized with growing urgency that she needed to go potty.

Badly.

Her eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. She hadn’t noticed how full her bladder had gotten while she played, but now it was impossible to ignore. Quickly, she scrambled to her feet, ignoring the way her skirt fluttered around her thighs as she rushed toward the single restroom in the Littles’ area.

She reached for the handle, but it was locked.

“No, no, no,” she whimpered under her breath, bouncing on her toes, her hands pressing against the front of her dress as she did the potty dance.

“Lily?”

Greyson’s voice came from behind her, deep and knowing.

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