Page 126 of Tempted By her Daddies

She’d gone from doing everything herself to basically doing nothing.

Well. She guessed she should be grateful that he’d let her pee on her own.

Don’t say anything or he might try to help you next time.

“Spit.”

God.

Turning her head, she spat into the sink.

“Open again.”

“Salem, I can?—”

“Nope.” He placed the toothbrush back in her mouth and started brushing again.

Sheesh.

How dirty did he think her teeth were?

“Spit,” he said after pulling the toothbrush out of her mouth. She spat and he filled up a glass with some water and held it to her lips. “Rinse.”

Tamsyn gave him a disgruntled look but took a sip and rinsed her mouth out.

Then he took the glass before patting her mouth with a cloth.

“I can brush my own teeth, you know.”

“I assumed so since they’re not all rotten,” he replied calmly. “But why do it when I can and I’m happy to? In fact, I almost need to.”

He needed to clean her teeth?

Weird kink but she supposed she couldn’t argue with it. Everyone had things they liked that might not be everyone’s cup of tea.

No need to yuck on someone else’s yum.

He crouched down again and came up with a hairbrush and some ties.

“Evette really stocks the bathrooms with hair products?” she asked. She’d seen them during her snooping, but she’d been unsure what to think.

“Yep.”

He lifted her off the counter and carried her into the bedroom.

“My legs work okay.”

“I know that. Again, it isn’t about what you can do. It’s about what I need to do. Does it upset you to have me take care of you?” he asked as he set her down on the bed.

“No,” she whispered. “It doesn’t.”

Quite the opposite in fact.

“Good.” He drew back the covers. “Get into bed, Little one. I’ll sit behind you and do your hair, but you should get comfy. It could take a while.”

Wincing, she reached up to feel her hair.

Oh yeah.

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