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After standing, he was quick about leaning over to undo her bra, and then he pulled the T-shirt over her head without making a big deal or looking directly at her chest. “Can you lift your arms for me, Little one?”

She released the shirt and the bra and let them fall to her lap before lifting her arms just high enough for him to get her hands through the sleeves.

“There,” he declared. He squatted in front of her again and removed her shoes and socks. “You want me to take your jeans off?”

“I can do it.” She didn’t need his hands that close to her pussy. She would die of mortification.

“Okay. When did you last eat?”

“Lunch.” She’d intended to pick up something on her way to the motel.

“I’m not a great cook, but I’m amazing with a can opener. How about chicken noodle soup and crackers?”

She smiled. “That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

“I’ll put your toiletry bag in the bathroom. You go potty and get under the covers. I’ll bring you some soup in bed.”

Her heart was racing again. He was Daddying her. Hard. It frightened her and warmed her heart at the same time. “Okay.”

He kissed her forehead and left her alone in the bedroom.

She looked around. There was only one bed in this house. It wasn’t even a king. The couch hadn’t looked big enough for Rock to sleep on, and besides, she would never kick the man out of his own bed. She was an adult. She could share his bed without mauling him in her sleep. Couldn’t she?

After removing her jeans, she padded quietly to the bathroom, glancing at Rock’s fantastic backside where he wasstanding at the stove. Damn, the man was just as smoking hot as he had been when he’d been twenty. Actually, maybe he was hotter. She was loving the silver-fox thing.

She found her toiletry bag on the vanity, opened it, and went to work removing her makeup, brushing her teeth, and using the toilet. When she returned to the bedroom, he was setting a steaming bowl on the nightstand.

He’d pulled the covers back and patted the bed. “Climb in, Little one.”

“I’m not sure age play is going to work for me at this stage in my life,” she pointed out, concerned about his expectations.

He gasped dramatically as he helped her get situated against the headboard with several pillows behind her. He pulled the covers up over her legs. “No one is too old for age play or any other kink, Little Lyla. Blasphemy.”

She couldn’t keep from rolling her eyes.

He sat on the edge next to her and set a hand on her thigh over the covers. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“It’s certainly strange. I can’t believe I’m nearly naked in your bed, wearing your T-shirt.”

He gave her a slow, sexy smile. “I want you here. I can’t explain how instantly I knew I wanted you here. I know we have a lot to talk about, but, Lyla, I want you here.”

He’d said it three times. Apparently, he meant it. She couldn’t respond because she was choked up.

Rock lifted her palm and set two Tylenol pills in it from the bottle on the nightstand. He handed her a cup of clear liquid next. Not just any cup but one with a spill-proof lid. It wasn’t entirely babyish. Adults used spill-proof lids sometimes, but she suspected it meant something different to him.

She took a long drink, feeling better already. She was dehydrated.

He held up the bowl of soup next. “Do you want me to feed you, Little Lyla?”

She shook her head. She wasn’t ready for that. It was too intimate. Too…Daddyish. “I’ll do it.” She took the bowl from him, held it under her chin with one hand, and spooned some into her mouth with the other.

He watched her intently, stroking her leg as she ate.

It was hard to ignore him, but she was hungry, so she did her best to eat the entire bowl without panicking over the madness that she found herself in.

“Do you want more, Baby girl?”

She shook her head as she handed him the bowl. “No, thank you. I’m good now.”

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