Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“I like your frog. He’s super cute,” Alessia complimented.
“What frog?” Titus asked, and frown lines gathered between her eyebrows.
“Oh. Sorry. I thought that green animal was a frog.” Alessia pointed to the picture.
“That’s not a frog. That’s Hopper. He is super sneaky and blended into the grass,” Titus corrected her.
“Hopper isn’t green. He’s a blue bunny.”
“Not in my picture. He’s wearing a coat,” Titus told her.
“Do bunnies need coats?” Alessia asked, tilting her head in confusion.
“If it’s cold outside, of course.” He dipped his finger in white paint and dotted the mixture all over the sky. “Check this out! Snow! You even have a flake on your nose.”
Before she could move, he touched the tip of her nose with the last of the white clinging to his skin. Alessia squinted, trying to see. “Daddy! You gave me a clown nose.”
“Those are red. Watch.” He dunked his thumb into another pot of paint and dabbed that on him.
She lasted exactly three seconds before she burst into laughter. He did resemble a clown. “You should wear that to Nightfall, Daddy! Everyone would love it.”
Titus pantomimed creating a drink as he tossed bottles behind his back and shook an imaginary shaker. Alessia clapped and cheered. “Go, Titus! Make me an Alessia!”
“Of course, my lady,” he answered, winking at her before patting his heart three times to remind her he loved her deeply. Her heart skipped a beat. Even when he was silly, Titus didn’t joke about how he felt. Enzo doesn’t have a heart at all. She sobered when the memory of Enzo’s actions popped back into her mind. Forcing her thoughts back to Titus, Alessia blew him a kiss.
Titus caught the flying treat before continuing, “One cannot indulge in a high-quality cocktail like an Alessia unclean.” Before she had a chance to process his words, Titus scooped her up in his arms. “Shower time, Little mate.”
“You’re getting paint on my clothes, Daddy!”
“It will wash out, Alessia,” he promised as he carried her toward the door. “For our next artistic adventure, we’ll fingerpaint naked.”
A visual image of Titus dressed only in his apron popped into her mind. The fabric would cover a lot of his yumminess, but perhaps she could talk him into shaking his butt like he did when mixing drinks. Alessia slapped her hands over her mouth to stop the howl of amusement that bubbled up inside her.
“You will not paint my cock, Little mate,” he said, looking stern.
That provoked a different picture in her brain. She could stripe his shaft like a candy cane. Alessia licked her lips. Would he taste sweet?
“Fuck, Alessia. You’re torturing your Daddy,” he said, as if her actions gave away her thoughts.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said as Titus carried her past their bed and into the huge attached bathroom.
“You are not,” he growled, setting her feet down. Her clothes flew into the hamper with impressive speed as the water heated in the large shower. His jeans and T-shirt followed hers quickly, and Titus steered her by the shoulders into the spray.
She wiggled happily in front of him as he lathered her sweet form with fragrant soap. He helped her lean into the cascading water to wet her hair. Alessia loved the sensation of Titus rubbing her scalp. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the delicious treat.
Titus did so much for her. An idea formed in her head. She should return the favor. When she was completely clean, Alessia took the liquid soap from his hands. “My turn, Daddy.”
His slow smile did funny things to her insides. Already aroused by his touch as Titus cleaned her skin, she stroked the satiny mixture over his hard muscles and bit her lower lip to avoid getting distracted. He was like a playground. She loved every inch of his hard body.
When he rotated to rinse the lather off his chest, Alessia sank to her knees. The whisper of her movement made him glance over his shoulder in concern. Titus looked at her with such desire, the air in the shower seemed to heat. To get him moving a bit faster, Alessia daringly spanked his toned butt. Amplified by the acoustics of the tiled walls, the slap rang out much louder than she had anticipated.
“Oops!” she whispered. Her cheeks had to be as red as the finger paint they’d used.
Slowly, Titus faced her, blocking the majority of the spray from her with his body. He stroked over his shaft, caressing himself. At eye level, she had the perfect view.
Daringly, Alessia reached up to tug his hand away. “No touching, Daddy. My turn.”
“It is, hmmm?” Titus slid his hand over her wet hair, smoothing her bangs out of her face.
“Yes, Daddy.” She sat on her heels, considering his erection intently.
“I may not survive this, Little mate.”
“Oh, you will.” With that promise, Alessia leaned forward and licked the tip. His erection jerked.