Page 117 of Her Daddies Saving Grace (Montana Daddies 11)

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He ran her another bath while she brushed her teeth.

“I ruined it, didn’t I?”

Her voice was raspy, husky. It didn’t sound like it should come from such a slight body.

It was sexy as fuck.

Seriously, that voice was going to kill him. How was he meant to keep his fucking hard-on under control when she sounded like that? He was just grateful that she’d chosen him. Wanted him.

But there was still this niggle inside him, telling him something wasn’t right. That he was missing something.

“Ruined what?” he asked.

“The kiss. I shouldn’t have said anything. But then I would have had puke breath. And you might not want to kiss me again because you might think I always have bad breath.”

“For a girl that barely talks, you sure can word vomit,” he teased.

She blushed, dropping her gaze. “Sorry.”

“Enough,” he said firmly. “You didn’t ruin anything. I should have remembered that you likely feel like crap, and you’ve been through a lot today. This can wait.”

“But I don’t want to wait.”

He studied her. He wanted this kiss to be memorable. And fuck, he hadn’t even brushed his teeth.

“Got a spare toothbrush?”

She nodded and fished through her drawers for a toothbrush still in its wrapper. It was pink, but he didn’t give a crap. He turned off the bath taps. This time, the bubble bath was purple. It kind of hurt your eyes to look at it, but she had so much of this stuff, he figured she must like it.

Taking the toothbrush, he put some toothpaste on it. Then he handed it to her.

Her eyes widened then a look of chagrin filled her face. She covered her mouth. “OhmygodIstillhavestinkybreath!”

Shit. He gently pulled her hand away from her mouth. “No, Duchess. I wasn’t giving it to you to brush your teeth.”

“Then . . . I don’t understand.”

“Want to brush my teeth?”

Her mouth opened then shut then opened again. That was damn cute. Then she giggled.

“I get to brush your teeth?” Her strangely broken voice took on a different note and he knew her Little was close to the surface.

“Yeah. You want to brush Daddy’s teeth?”

Her breath caught and she studied him for a long moment.

Take it slow, idiot.

Had he pushed her too fast? Damn it.

Then she grinned. “Have you not been doing a good job of brushing your teeth?” She wiggled a finger at him. “The dentist won’t be happy. No candy for you.”

“No candy? That’s harsh.”

She sighed. “Sorry, it’s not me that makes the rules.”

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