Page 22 of Tempted By her Daddies

“It is, you know. Very ticklish.”

“I’ll remember that.”

Like you’re going to see her again. That was a stupid thing to say. And even if you did happen to see her again, you’d hardly be touching her knee, would you?

You likely wouldn’t touch her at all.

“Um, show me your palm, please,” he said quickly.

“No.”

“What?”

“I don’t wanna.”

She didn’t wanna? He watched in amazement as she shuffled forward so she could hide her hands behind her back.

There was a stubborn look on her face that he thought was cute. Although he wasn’t going to tell her that.

And not because she didn’t want to hear that she was cute. But because he didn’t want her thinking that he condoned this sort of naughtiness.

He didn’t know why but there was something about her that intrigued him. That called to a part of himself that he hadn’t been entirely sure truly existed. That only came out when he was reading Daddy Dom romances.

He felt the urge to both coddle and protect this woman. It was bizarre. He didn’t even know her.

Although he did know it wouldn’t take much for her to wrap him around her little finger. Especially when her lip started to wobble as he demanded her hands again.

And he was done. He’d just caved like a stack of cards.

“Love, you need to let me see your hands.”

“I think they’re really fine.”

“Why don’t you want me to touch them? Do you think I’ll hurt them? I’ll try really hard not to, okay?”

She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Sorry. I, uh . . . sheesh. I don’t know why I just did that. It’s not like I’m not used to pain. I can take a beating from a man twice my size, but I can’t even handle some antiseptic on my hands. WAW.”

“What?”

Had she really just said what he thought she had? Shock filled him, making him freeze.

“Oh sorry. I forget not everyone knows what I’m saying. WAW is What A Wimp. It’s actually one of my favorites.”

“No, I wasn’t talking about that. Although, you’re right, that is a good one. You said that you can take a beating from a man twice your size but can’t handle antiseptic.”

“Did I?” She grinned, but it didn’t seem to meet her eyes. “Silly me. I was just talking figuratively. Not literally.”

“Were you?” he asked seriously, studying her closely.

“Yep.”

There was no reason for him not to believe her.

Except that he didn’t think he believed her.

“If you don’t want to doctor my hands, it’s okay,” she said. “You should really get off the ground anyway. Someone might think you’re about to propose.”

“Let them think that,” he dismissed. “And I’m cleaning them.” He drew the first aid kit away as she tried to grab it.

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