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“I’m so hungry I could eat it cold.”
“Do you want me to get it, sweet girl?” I lift my head and turn to meet her gaze.
She grins. “No. I’ll survive a while longer. The water feels amazing. I think a soak in the bath is more important.”
“I should have at least given you a bottle of water.” I shake my head. “I’m telling you. They are going to revoke my Daddy license.”
“Never.” She reaches up with one arm to pull my head down for a kiss.
Yeah. It doesn’t matter if they revoke it or not. Lillian is mine. She will be my Little girl in whatever capacity she needs. And I’ll learn to be exactly the right Daddy for her.
Chapter 25
Lillian
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“My day has been filled with firsts,” I tell Bryson as we exit the bathroom later that night. The man is so attentive that he made me sit on his lap at the table and fed me. We shared a bowl and a spoon. He never let me touch the utensils. If that’s not Daddy behavior, I don’t know what is. Do all Little girls get spoiled by their Daddies like this? I suspect Simone and Natasha do. I don’t have anyone else to compare myself with.
I’m wearing one of the nearly see-through, sexy nighties I brought with me. I might have been out of sorts when we were packing, but not so much that I didn’t think to pack lingerie.
“What’s new to you this time, Baby?” he asks as he pulls the covers back.
“Sleeping with someone. I’m not sure I can.”
“You will.” He pats the bed. “Get in, naughty girl, before that damn lingerie kills me.”
I grin as I climb onto the bed. He’s wearing loose black silk boxers, and his cock is tenting them. I love that I do that to him.
As I crawl toward the opposite side of the bed, he grabs my ankle and hauls me back into the middle. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To the other side?”
“Nope. Your side is the middle.” He turns off the light and climbs in next to me before manhandling me onto my side so he can spoon me from behind.
I’m trapped once he has his arm around my chest and one leg tossed over both of mine. His lips come to my neck, and his evening beard growth tickles me.
“You’re not planning to hold me like this for long, are you?”
“About fifty years.”
I laugh. “That’s a long time. How about fifteen minutes?”
“Nope. All night.”
“I’ll never fall asleep.”
“You will,” he tells me again. “I promise. You’ll get used to it. Eventually, you’ll be so accustomed to having me hold you in your sleep that you won’t be able to get comfortable without my arms around you.”
“Is this a thing with you? Snuggling?”
He lifts his head and tips my chin back to look into my eyes. This is made possible by the nightlight he plugged into the wall because the man is so thoughtful that he didn’t want me to wake up confused in the middle of the night.
His expression is serious. “At the risk of sounding like the oddest thirty-five-year-old man you’ve ever met, I’ve rarely slept in the same bed as a woman. It’s been a number of years since the last time, and I’ve never snuggled with anyone until you. This isn’t a me thing. It’s an us thing. It feels natural. I need my hands on you. I want to touch as much of you as possible.”
I swallow. “Okay. Do you have a small-sized hard hat?”
His brows furrow as he cocks his head to the side. “For what?”
