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)
“I won’t, Daddy. I promise.”
“Good girl.”
“Now, for a really important question.”
“Yes, girl?”
“How good are you at singalongs?” She reached for the radio.
“Not happening, little girl.”
“We’ll see, Daddy. We’ll see.” She turned the music up loud and started to sing. If Gray winced a few times, she ignored it.
It was a road trip, after all. Bad singing was just part of the fun.
By the time they got to their destination for the night, she was tired.
“Come here, baby,” Gray said softly as she stood and stared at the bed. They were in a small motel not far from the center of town. Alejandro’s men were in separate rooms.
“I wonder how sound proof these rooms are,” she muttered.
“I don’t think you’re up to making much noise tonight, girl. But just in case, I booked out the two rooms next to us. De Leon’s guys are in the rooms across the hall.”
Oh. Well then.
Gray drew her into his arms and hugged her. “You’re tired, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she sighed.
“Come on, let’s go get some dinner, then I’ll put you to bed.”
She nodded. She didn’t really want to eat, but she knew he had to be hungry. And he wouldn’t go out without her.
Not that she wanted to be on her own.
By the time they got back to the motel room an hour later, she had a big gravy stain on her top and she was yawning in exhaustion.
“Poor baby,” he murmured, ushering her in and locking the door. “You want a shower tonight or in the morning?”
“Tonight.” She still had to shave. She hadn’t managed that last night.
“I’ll turn on the shower and get your stuff out.”
She rubbed her eyes, sitting on the bed to take off her shoes. By the time he returned, she was pulling off her skirt.
“Girl, that’s my job,” he grumbled at her as he came over to strip off the rest of her clothes.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she told him.
He led her into the bathroom and tied her hair back in a messy bun.
“You’re getting better at the hair stuff, Daddy. I still think being a hairdresser could be a good secondary job for you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he told her.
Then he started stripping.
“Are you showering too, Daddy?” She eyed him hungrily, drinking in all those delicious muscles.
“Of course. You’re not showering on your own.”
Well, she’d always done that in the past, but okay . . . she wasn’t going to complain if he wanted to jump in with her.
“Can you get my razor?” she asked.
“Already done.”
Oh, no. “You noticed that I’m now a sasquatch, huh?”
He drew her close, tilting her head back to stare down at her. “You’re beautiful, no matter what, understand?”
“Beautifully hairy,” she said skeptically.
“Get in the shower, girl. It’s past your bedtime.”
“No, it’s not. I don’t have a bedtime.”
“You do now.”
She gasped in horror and let him help her into the shower. She was slightly worried that the water on her face might trigger her, but her body didn’t seem to associate that with drowning.
Thank goodness.
She really didn’t want to be hairy and smelly. As he climbed in, she reached for the shower gel. But he lightly slapped her hand away. “My job.”
Gosh, he was incorrigible.
But she wasn’t going to complain about having his hands on her. He started soaping her up, washing her all over. It wasn’t long until her nipples were hard and pointed, wanting his attention desperately. Those big, firm hands ran over her body.
Huh, she didn’t think she had the energy to get aroused.
But she was wrong.
He crouched down to wash up her legs, then between her thighs.
Delicious.
“Do I get to wash you too?” she asked, glancing down at where his cock was hardening.
“Not yet, baby. Got to shave you first.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” she said hastily.
“My job to take care of you. And I want to.”
And that was that.
He started with her legs. He was surprisingly good at it. He had her put her foot on the little inset in the shower, then ran the razor up each leg.
“Do you shave your pussy?”
She nodded. Crap. Was he going to insist on shaving her there, too?
“Lean back and spread your legs wide. I might need to move you around a bit.”
“You really don’t have to—”
He looked up at her, his face telling her she best not finish that sentence.
And so she didn’t. She got into position.
“What first?” he asked.
“Oh, um, I like to exfoliate. Then I use shaving cream. Go with the hair.”
“Got it. And after?”
“Moisturizer,” she managed to get out.
Then she leaned back and let him shave her.
Down there.
It was insane. There was some awkwardness until he figured out what he was doing.
But he was much gentler with her than she was with herself. And when he was finished, he kissed the top of her mound.
“Thank you for letting me do that, baby.”