Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
“We can recreate that,” he assured her.
“No, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Anything that turns both of us on needs to be explored. Keep reading. It gets even better.”
Gasping, she looked back at the tablet, obviously wanting to see what he was talking about. Caesar closed his eyes and relaxed. When he peeked a few seconds later, she was lost in the story. When she reached the end of the chapter, her gaze raced to meet his.
“We are not doing that,” she denied, shaking her head to emphasize her words.
“Oh, yeah, we are. I think I need to read more of these naughty books you have. They have some good ideas. Have you had a good day?” he asked to change the subject.
She grabbed for the opportunity to discuss something else. “I did. When we got back, I swam and relaxed here in the sun.”
He was glad she didn’t talk about the exploration quest they had gone on. Caesar didn’t think anyone was listening to the two of them talking quietly in the secluded spot, but he’d get the details later.
Following her lead in discussing other things, he traced the edge of her shoulder strap. “There’s almost material sewn into this scrap of a bathing suit you’re wearing.”
“I’m sorry. I have others. This is just my favorite,” she told him, reaching for the extra towel next to her.
His hand curled around hers, stopping her motion. “It’s my favorite, too. At least, it is today. Maybe I need a fashion show to determine which of your bathing suits is my favorite.”
“Right. That’s never going to happen.” She blew off his suggestion.
“I’ll just wait to see them paraded around the pool or to a dive location. Have you had enough sun today? I think there’s just enough time to grab a shower and check in with Magnus about the dive tomorrow.”
“Let’s go,” she said, swinging her legs off the chaise lounge and gathering her things.
“I’ll hold these while you put on your cover-up,” he suggested, glaring at a couple of men watching her way too closely.
“I’ll set them here,” she said. “You have to put your shirt back on. Sadie said you walked through the lobby once with your shirt slung over your shoulder. She had to add excursions for the next week because so many women asked to be included in your activities.”
“Funny, she didn’t tell me, but I remember that week. I was packed with excursions.”
She pulled on an oversized T-shirt that fell to her knees and watched as he drew the Danger Bluff polo over his head. He picked up her things and placed his hand on the small of her back, claiming her as his own to the other resort guests.
“You could just lick me to make sure no one else wants me,” she suggested, obviously reading into his actions.
“Oh, I’m going to lick you. That will happen, but others will always be attracted to your sweetness.”
She grinned at him and promised, “I’ll try to be sour.”
“You be yourself, Isla. You’re who I love.”
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered as they entered the main building to head to the elevators.
“Dinner at seven tonight,” Sadie called from the front desk. “I flexed the schedule a bit.”
“Thanks! We’ll see you there,” Caesar assured her, understanding her message that she’d added tours for some of his team to free up people to accompany them tomorrow.
“I may starve until seven,” Isla commented, rubbing her tummy.
“I have snacks upstairs if we need them. I’ll show you where they are. Feel free to explore our apartment. Hopefully, we won’t need popcorn or something else.”
“I’m pretty hungry.”
“We’ll see. My plan is to distract you,” Caesar assured her. He shot her a wink as they got into the elevator.
When they reached the top floor, Caesar ushered her into their apartment. “Shower, Little girl.”
He aimed her toward the bathroom and stripped off her T-shirt and bathing suit, tracing her new tan lines. “You need to be careful in the New Zealand sun. It gets fierce here. Always wear lots of sunscreen.” He opened a door to show her a variety of supplies, from bandages to toilet paper to bottles of sunscreen. “Help yourself.”
“Thank you. I’ll be careful. What are those?” she asked, appearing to forget the other contents of the closet as she concentrated on the black plastic devices he held in his hand.
“These are shower restraints. To keep Little girls’ hands out of the way as their Daddies get them clean. Wrist,” he requested firmly as he extended a hand.
Slowly, she moved her hand toward him and stopped a few inches shy. “I could just stand really still.”
He moved his hand to capture hers, bringing it closer to fit the device around her wrist. “You’re not going to be able to stand still.”
“Really?” she asked, automatically offering him her left hand.