Page 230 of Daddies' Captive

She still hadn’t met their stepmom. But she did talk to her on the phone yesterday. So she felt good about him going there.

Sort of.

“Don’t even think about it,” Steele warned.

“Think about what?”

“Running or hiding. You’re coming with me.”

“Oh, um. I just need to . . .”

“To what?” he asked as he walked toward her and held out his hand. Right. This time she knew what he wanted. But she didn’t want to give it to him. She needed the stuff in this bag.

“To go to the bathroom.” She didn’t actually have to go yet, but it sounded like a good excuse.

“Got a private bathroom upstairs, you can use that.” He reached out to take the bag.

She held on tight.

He tugged.

She held on tighter.

“Baby, give me the bag.”

“I’ll just be a few minutes.”

With a sigh, he reached for her and picked her up, cradling her against his chest.

“Steele!”

“Daddy.”

She froze. “Here? But I’m working.”

“You’ve got the rest of the day off.” He walked through the main area of Pinkies. Lulu, one of the dancers, was practicing on stage.

“Oh, she’s using the moves I taught her. Looking good, Lulu!”

“You too, darling,” she called back.

Oh yeah. Right. She’d forgotten that she was being carried in Damon’s arms like a toddler.

Yikes.

“Put me down.”

“No.”

“Please, Damon. Put me down. Please.” There, two pleases and she rubbed her hand over his chest for good measure.

“No.”

Fuck it.

“Steele.”

“Hush.”

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