Page 17 of The Captain's Little Girl

“Ooo! That feels so good. Will you give me a bath again when I’m awake?” she requested.

“Of course, baby,” Mark agreed. “Close your eyes so I can wash your face. Good girl.”

She moaned softly as he smoothed over her throat and chest. The cloth didn’t linger on her curves, but simply washed her thoroughly. He helped her lean back before cleaning her abdomen and between her legs.

“Daddy?” she questioned, widening her legs to invite his caresses.

“No play tonight, Cricket.”

“No fun,” she mumbled.

“How about if I make it up to you?” he suggested as he stroked the material over the length of both legs and washed her feet, even paying attention between her toes.

“You’re good at this,” she complimented with a big yawn.

“Thank you, baby girl.” Mark rolled her slightly toward him and cleaned her bottom.

“All done, my sweet Little. Ready to go to bed?”

“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” she reproached him.

“I need more practice being a daddy. Thank goodness you’re here to help me,” Mark said as he wrapped a dry towel around her.

Cricket nodded as she walked to the sink and picked up the toothbrush she’d added to his in the glass by the faucet. Brushing her teeth, she leaned against Mark’s powerful frame. Her eyelids fluttered downward as she battled staying awake.

“Rinse your mouth, baby girl.”

“Bed, Daddy,” Cricket requested, turning from the sink with clean teeth to wrap her arms around his neck.

Instantly, Mark whisked away the damp towel and swept her off her feet to carry her toward the bedroom. Cricket turned sleepily onto her tummy at the feel of the crisp sheet under her and snuggled into Mark’s pillow. The last thing she felt was Mark pulling the covers over her and a kiss on her hair.

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