Page 36 of Accepting Love

She nods, eyes wide.

“I will not interfere with your career. I can’t make that clear enough. We’ll feel it out and figure out what works for us. If it pleases you for me to set up a schedule and be strict about your practice times, I can do that. If you want me to hover and interrupt you when you need to eat, I can do that too. If you want me to tell you when you’ve worked enough and it’s time to stop, I’m also willing.”

She swallows. “That might be too much.”

“That’s what I suspected. So, we’ll figure it out together. One day at a time. We’re a team. On most issues, you will defer to me. On some, I will defer to you.”

“Okay.” She looks relieved.

“Good.” I inhale deeply and then lift my face and do so again. “Do I smell coffee?”

“Yeah. I’m sure Audrey is down there making it. You’re not going to be bothered by her, are you?”

“Nope.”

“She’s always been part of my life. She loves me. She takes care of me.”

“And I’m so grateful to her, but over time perhaps I will learn from her and find out what I need to do to take some of her burden. She deserves to have a life of her own too.”

Caro nods. “I’ve told her a million times to go on dates or out with friends, but over the years I’ve grown to realize I’m her main concern. She has never once acted like she’d rather be somewhere else.”

“But you pay her, right?”

“Yes, as my manager. It’s just that I need far more from a manager than the average person.”

“She loves you.” I know this is true. I’ve seen it in Audrey’s eyes and the fierce way she protects Caro. She loves her like her own daughter. Caro is so blessed.

“She does. Just…”

“What, Little one?”

“Just try not to hurt her feelings. She’s used to doing things for me. I don’t want her to feel obsolete.”

“I’ll be constantly alert and aware. I promise.”

“You don’t mind she’s in the kitchen cooking breakfast for us?”

“Not at all. Gives me more time with you.” I lower my lips and kiss my Little girl before she can utter another word. She’s been in my arms for more than ten minutes and I haven’t had a kiss yet.

She whimpers into my mouth, a sound I crave like a drug. She also wiggles her arms free of my hands, grabs my biceps, and tries to pull me closer. So insistent.

When she squirms, I drop a knee between hers, pushing her legs open before pressing my thigh against her pussy.

She releases my lips, panting, wiggling, gasping. “Daddy…” Her voice is ladened with sex.

I stare down at her while I lift my thigh just enough to make her breath hitch.

She arches her chest too and tips her head back. I’m pretty sure her eyes are rolled back in her head. Her nails dig into my arms. “Daddy…”

I pull her arms high above her head once again and combine her wrists so I can capture them with one hand. As soon as I do so, she squirms so badly it’s hard to keep her in place.

I anchor her with my palm and my knee, letting her wiggle all she wants. She’ll never escape. She doesn’t want to. She’s writhing now. “Daddy,” she begs again.

I slide one hand down to her waist, tug her nightie higher, and slip my fingers underneath to find her breast.

She moans when my palm surrounds her breast, and cries out when I pinch her nipple lightly.

“So responsive,” I murmur. I didn’t plan this, but I knew I could easily be tempted by her. I won’t take my pants off, but I can’t resist making her come. I denied her last night, and I’m sure she’s jonesing this morning.

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