Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“What’s on your mind, Bunny?”
She shivered and fiddled with the napkin that was tucked under the edge of her plate. “I was just wondering…”
He nearly swallowed his tongue waiting. “What were you wondering? You can ask me anything.”
“Are you a, uh…” She shook her head. “Never mind. It’s silly.”
He reached across the table and set his hand on top of hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll never think anything you have to say is silly, Elizabeth. I’m going to be forward and put myself out there and tell you that I like you. In fact, I’d like to ask you out.”
Her wide eyes blinked a few times. “On a date?”
He chuckled. “Yes. Maybe we could go roller skating after you get off work one day. Do you like to skate?” He had no idea where that idea came from, but his Bunny seemed like the kind of woman who liked to do physical activities.
She gave a little gasp. “Do you skate?”
He shook his head and chuckled. “No. I’ll probably fall on my behind, but I’d still have fun trying it with you if you’re up for it.”
“I’m a pretty good skater, actually. I have my own inline skates.”
He groaned dramatically. “Oh, no. You’ll make me look bad. Maybe we should go to the movies instead.”
She laughed and shook her head rapidly. “Nope. You can’t do that. No takebacks. You asked me to go skating. We’re going skating.”
“So that’s a yes?”
She grinned. “Yes.”
“Good.”
Ellie arrived and slid another cupcake in front of them. It was equally ladened with purple frosting and pink and silver sprinkles. He couldn’t remember when he’d eaten that much sugar in one sitting.
“Thank you,” he told her, but she was already flouncing back to the counter. After all, the line was long.
He turned back to Elizabeth and reached to open her cupcake, peeling the paper away. “Which way do you like to eat these? With a fork or your fingers?”
“With my fingers. The frosting tastes even better when you have to lick it off your fingers.”
Tom had to work hard not to react to her comment. His cock jumped to attention. The thought of holding his Little girl’s hand in his and sucking frosting off her fingers made him rethink his opinion about sugar. Maybe he could eat heaps of frosting, especially if it was attached to this enchanting Bunny of his.
Because he’d made a decision. Elizabeth Milford was definitely his Little girl. Now he just needed to convince her.
Chapter Three
Elizabeth felt the heat rising on her cheeks. She’d never said anything so forward in her entire life. She didn’t even know herself today.
Something about this man brought out the Little in her like never before. She still wasn’t even sure if he was a Daddy. All she knew was she’d been absolutely giddy from the moment she’d spotted him in line.
Granted, the purple sugary sweet cupcake always made her feel Little, but she usually indulged in it alone at a table, not with a…Daddy? She’d been so close to asking him if he was a Daddy. After all, he’d taken her by surprise by carrying her food, opening her cupcake, and calling her Bunny.
He had to be a Daddy, right?
But asking him was going way too far.
His eyes were dancing as he leaned forward on his palm, his face close to hers again, and she’d forgotten what she’d even said last until he spoke again. “How does frosting taste if you lick it off someone else’s fingers?”
Now she was moving into mischievous territory. Very naughty thoughts filled her head as she dipped her finger boldly into the frosting on the top of his cupcake and held the sugary glob out to him. “I don’t know.”
He wrapped his hand gently around her wrist and brought her finger to his mouth. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. He slowly sucked her finger, twirling his tongue around and around the tip before he finally released it. “You’re right. I don’t think I’ll ever want to eat frosting any other way again.”
She was breathing heavily as if she’d jogged a mile in four minutes. She couldn’t look away from his gaze. “Oh.”
“Now, what were you going to ask me before when you stopped yourself?”
“Oh. Nothing.” She continued to stare in disbelief. Maybe she was dreaming and none of this was really happening.
He put both elbows on the small table, leaning in closer. She could smell his soap, his toothpaste, and the frosting. “Ask me, Bunny.”
She swallowed.
He lifted both brows in challenge.
She glanced down. If she asked him and he said no, she would be mortified.
He covered her hand with his. “How about if I ask you a question first?”
“Okay,” she murmured.
“Are you Little?”
She pursed her lips and nodded slowly, lifting her gaze to his.
“Now, your turn.”
She drew in a breath and finally had the courage to respond. “Are you a Daddy?”