Page 286 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Ooh! The fisherman is gonna catch himself a shark!” she cried as she started playing. “Watch out fisherman! The sharkie is going to crash into you.” She bashed the shark into the boat, sending water flying up in the air.

“Whoa, that was fun!”

“Glad you think so.”

Turning, she took in Roman’s wet face. His hair was plastered against his forehead.

She started giggling.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” He cupped some water and splashed her face.

She spluttered. Had he really just done that?

“Dada!” she cried as he laughed at her. “You are so mean! Sharkie is gonna get you!” She swam the shark toward him, lunging the shark over the edge of the bath. Which just sent water flying onto the floor.

“Truce! Truce!” he said, holding up his hands. “Or we’re going to get water everywhere.”

He said truce.

Which meant she won.

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“Time to get out now, Kitten.”

“Nooo,” she cried. “I like the bath. I think I might live in the bath. It’s warm and it’s fun and no one will ever find me if I decide to hide. Look.”

She held her nose and slid under the water until the bubbles covered her completely. Then she sat back up.

“See?”

“Um.”

“I was totally hidden, right? Invisible, even.”

“Well, invisible or not, you cannot live in the bath.”

Her lower lip dropped out in a pout and she stared up at him with wide eyes, fluttering her eyelashes.

Roman would totally give in to her now. No one could resist the puppy dog eyes.

It was impossible.

“Come on. Up you get.” He placed his hands under her arms and lifted her.

She gasped. “You resisted the puppy dog eyes. That should have been impossible.”

“Well, it was hard to resist. But us Daddies know that we have to do what is best for our Littles. Even if it isn’t what they think is best.”

“You’ve caught onto this Daddy stuff awfully quickly,” she grumbled.

“Were you hoping that you could wrap me around your little finger?” he asked as he dried her off.

She wasn’t sure that she’d ever dried herself off this thoroughly. He lifted each of her arms to swipe the towel underneath, then down between her breasts.

Then he crouched down and started with her feet, propping her foot up on his thigh and drying between each toe.

“Who me? Of course not, Dada. I would never presume to do that.”

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