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“That you hadn’t taken him a portion?” Razor asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.
“No, about the smell. He’s a total jerk about anything I heat in the microwave.”
“Could you go somewhere else to eat lunch? Isn’t there a staff lounge?” His brow furrowed in concern.
“Yes, but then I’m too far away when he needs me,” Honey explained.
“He is a total jerk. I messaged to invite you to dinner. Perhaps you’d rather have lasagna tonight?”
“I’d adore having your cheesy concoction again. It’s so good. There’s lots left. You made a whole pan. Come join me. You can tell me what happened at work.”
“I’d love to have your company. We’ll go out another night.”
Honey smiled at him. She liked he assumed they’d spend a lot of time together. Razor stepped closer and lowered his lips to hers. She leaned into the kiss, and the stress of the day melted away as he stroked a hand up her spine to cup the back of her head.
“Mmm,” she hummed in delight, and his mouth curved against hers. When he lifted his head, she blurted, “You’re a good kisser.”
“My Little girl inspired me. Come on. Let’s get you inside. You can eat your apple while I heat dinner.”
“I can fix the food. You worked hard today as well.”
“I didn’t have a crappy boss breathing down my neck. Besides, Little girls shouldn’t mess with knives, even to cut noodles,” he told her with a stern look as he stepped to the side and supported her with his arm around her waist.
Razor stepped into a Daddy role caring for her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It was incredible how much that small bit of his strength bolstered hers. Honey almost hopped up the one step to her front door with his support. When she fumbled with her keys, he took the keyring from her and opened the door.
“Let’s go get you changed into something comfortable. Then you can relax on the couch.”
“Oh, I can do that myself,” she rushed to assure him.
“I’m sure you could, but why? Daddy’s here to help you.” Razor added the keys in his hand to the rack hanging by the door before setting her purse and lunch box on the coffee table.
“But….” Honey struggled for a way to protest. Her body responded instantly to the idea of her Daddy stepping fully into his role as her caregiver. He’d find her nipples in tight buds and her panties damp.
“No buts, Little girl,” he corrected her, guiding her into her bedroom. “Daddy’s already seen his pretty baby. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”
He turned her to face him and unbuttoned her blouse. His fingers brushed the swell of her breasts. Honey shifted on her feet, enjoying the caresses as cool air slid over her skin and the material gaped open.
“Look how gorgeous you are,” Razor said, running a fingertip over the lace of her bra before sliding the sleeves of her top down her arms and whisking her blouse off. He stopped and studied her for a moment. The heat in his gaze showed Honey how appealing he found her. She tightened her pelvic muscles as the slick juices between her thighs multiplied. Forget damp. Her panties would be saturated.
“But I bet this gets itchy. Little girls don’t need to wear adult garments at home.”
Honey nodded. Thrilled to be the center of his attention, she couldn’t argue with his logic. He quickly unfastened her bra and eased the cups from her breasts. His fingers smoothed over the marks on her skin, erasing the discomfort.
“My beautiful baby,” he whispered and leaned forward to press a kiss against her lips.
It didn’t last long enough. Honey chased his lips as he moved away. “Daddy!”
“What? My Little girl wants more kisses?” he asked in mock shock.
Honey bobbled her head up and down so fast she made herself slightly dizzy. “Please.”
“How about one for every piece of clothing?”
“Okay,” she agreed eagerly. “I should get another. Shirt and bra.”
“You are good at counting, sweetheart.” Razor kissed her a bit more thoroughly this time as she squirmed in delight in front of him.
Honey exhaled strongly when he abandoned her lips again and watched him cup her breasts and rub his thumbs over her nipples. The caress sent waves of pleasure through her.
