Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Yep. That was an excellent ass he had.
She glanced down at herself. She was dressed in her clothes from earlier. He must have unwrapped her from the blanket. She had to admit that had really calmed her down.
He walked back into the bedroom. “Just got to it before it overflowed. I’ve emptied some water out. Come on, little girl. Daddy will give you a bath and put you in your pajamas. Then it’s dinner up here before bed.”
“Bed?” He had to be joking! “I only just woke up.”
“You need a lot of rest.” He reached down for the top of her pants. “Let’s get you undressed.”
She put her hands on his without thought.
Crap.
What was she doing? She’d just said that she would like for him to take care of her fully at times. And now she was balking at him undressing her?
She waited for him to shake her hands off or give her a disappointed look. But he just stood there, watching and waiting.
She drew her hands back. “Sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, girl. You’re allowed to take your time with this.”
Really? That was surprisingly patient of him.
“I’ll give you today.”
What?
He winked and she realized he was joking.
This lighter side of him was going to take some time to get used to. She lay there and let him undress her. It was both strange and surprisingly sweet. He was so gentle with her. Those hands, that she knew could be savage, when they touched her were light and careful. As though she was precious.
“You okay, baby?” he asked once he had her naked. He picked her up, holding her on his hip.
Oh, she liked that too.
She had no idea how he was able to carry her around like this, but he was pretty strong. His biceps were to die for.
“I seem to be overly emotional today. Sorry.”
“Girl, do I have to spank your ass every time you say sorry?”
She stiffened. “What? No! Why would you do that?”
“Why would you say sorry when you haven’t done anything wrong?” he asked.
Umm. Right.
“New rule. You’re not to say sorry for anything that’s not your fault. You do, you get five spanks.”
“Five?” she squealed.
“True. That might not be enough. Maybe it should be ten.”
“No, no, five is fine. More than enough.” Sheesh. She saw the bath was full of bubbles and she clapped her hands. “I love bubble baths!”
A smile flickered over his face. “Good. Saw you had some rubber ducks in the cupboard as well. I put them in the bath for you.”
“The Doodle Duck family. Yay!”
“Doodle Duck?” he asked.
“Yep, Mr. and Mrs. Doodle Duck. Then Duke, Daisy, Danny, and little Dandelion Doodle Duck. Ooh, I’ll have to go exploring and find them. I need my snorkel and mask.”
Then she thought about that. About sticking her face under the water and she blanched.
“Actually, I don’t . . . I don’t want that. I’m not . . . I think I might take a shower. Yep, a shower sounds great right now.”
Gray set her down on her ass on the marble counter.
Crap. That was cold on her poor butt. She shifted around, until he put his hands on the counter on either side of her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Wrong? Nothing is wrong, silly-billy. I just want to take a shower. I love your tattoos so much. Do you think I would look good with a tattoo?”
“You’d look gorgeous tarred, feathered, with a sack on your head.”
“Kind of an odd look, but I think I could rock it. I might be called chicken sack, though. Or duck sack. Yeah, that’s not a good nickname for me.”
“Girl, stop trying to distract me.”
“Daddy, I would never do that. Sometimes your mind wanders, though. You have very long eyelashes. Can I do your makeup?”
“Girl.” A faint tick had started up right beside his left eye.
That couldn’t be a good sign.
“Yes?”
“You need to stop.”
“Is that a no then? Because you really would look very pretty—”
He put his hand over her mouth.
“You are very lucky that I know you’re doing this to distract me from what’s going on in your head.”
Well, shoot.
“Now, you are going to tell me exactly what is wrong, understand? And in future, you will not try to hide when something upsets you. Or you will get your butt spanked. Another rule.”
He removed his hand, giving her a stern look. She swallowed. Drat. He saw right through her, didn’t he?
“How many rules are there?”
“Girl.”
“I really want to know.”
He thought about that for a moment. “There’s five. Rule one: Don’t say sorry when there is no reason to. Rule two: Do not say bad things about yourself. Rule three: Don’t try to pretend nothing is wrong when something is. Rule four: Do not lie. Rule five: Obey all safety and health orders that you’re given from me.”
“Whoa, rule five is kind of a big one.”