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“No cash needed. Daddies charge in kisses.”
“I have lots of those,” she rushed to assure him.
“Now, that makes me happy,” he said and winked at her.
When he reached across to glide his hand down her arm to repeat his treatment on the other side, Honey pressed her lips to his cheek. He responded by turning his head to kiss her mouth. Instant heat flared between them. Honey squirmed on the bottom of the tub and gasped when she banged her foot on the porcelain.
“Are you okay, Little girl?” Razor asked after stabilizing her.
“Ouch, Daddy.” Honey couldn’t help pushing her bottom lip out slightly as she pouted at her injured foot.
Steeling his features to avoid revealing how damn cute she was, Razor told her, “Glaring at it won’t make your ankle heal faster, Little girl.”
“Do you have a magic wand? Don’t they give those to doctors?”
“No, sweetheart. Only fairies and witches get magic wands. Unfortunately, I’m neither of those things.”
“You could be a wizard,” she suggested.
“But I’m not. I’m a boring doctor who knows you will heal in a couple of weeks if you stay off your ankle and let it rest.”
She sighed heavily and nodded. “Got it. I’m screwed for days on end.”
Unable to maintain his stern look, Razor grinned and then nodded. “That could be arranged.”
“Daddy!”
Charmed by her Littleness, Razor kissed her forehead before suggesting, “Let’s get you out of the bathtub. It’s time for lunch and then a nap.”
“I don’t nap,” she protested.
“You do now. Resting supports the healing process.”
“Really? Sleeping is going to make my ankle feel better?” she asked skeptically.
“Yes.” Without further explanation, Razor leaned closer, sliding his hands around her nude form.
Squealing, Honey wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on as water splashed over him, drenching his shirt. “Daddy! You’re all wet!”
“So are you, Little girl,” he reminded her as he tugged a thick towel off the nearby rod. He spread it over the vanity and set her bottom down on the soft material.
Exposed completely in the bright light of the bathroom, Honey covered her breasts as she leaned forward to hide.
His body responded immediately to her beautiful form even as he corrected her behavior. “Sit up straight, Honey,” Razor instructed as he grabbed another towel.
Heat radiated from his gaze as he dried her skin. He bolstered her confidence, but she battled believing his attraction to her. She searched for an excuse. “I… I’m cold.”
“Hmmm…,” Razor said, sounding doubtful as he rubbed the terrycloth over her skin to soak up the moisture on her skin.
“You’re wet. Aren’t you chilled?” Honey went all in, sticking with her excuse.
“Nope. Just damp.” Razor wrapped the towel around her shoulders and stepped back to rip his T-shirt over his head. He threw it away to land on the tiled floor with a wet splat.
Damn! Honey loved the sight of Razor’s honed body. She’d seen him naked several times, but this view never got old. She wiggled on the stubble of the towel below her, enjoying the intimate friction. Dropping her gaze lower, she could see his cock pressing against his jeans.
He retrieved the towel and continued drying her skin. Honey inhaled deeply. Razor didn’t wear cologne. His beard oil had a faint essence of vanilla that complemented his personal spicy scent. Unable to resist, she leaned forward and licked a delectable spot on his pec.
“Mmmm. That feels good, Little girl,” he murmured. His deep voice revealed his arousal as it flowed over her.
