Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Your, uh, Little girl?” She licked her pretty lips again.
He wanted to kiss her senseless again too, but he didn’t dare. Not here. Not now. “Yes,” he whispered.
“You think I’m your Little girl?” she repeated as if she couldn’t fathom such an idea.
He shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean you claimed me in the bathroom. Not the other way around. I was just trying to change your bandage.”
She suddenly grinned and rolled her eyes. “It’s just you were so close to me, and you smelled so good, and your lips are so perfect, and I couldn’t help myself.”
He chuckled and kissed her briefly one more time. “I’m so glad. But in doing so, you confirmed what I’ve always suspected.”
“What’s that?” Her eyes widened yet again.
“That we fit together.” He shrugged a shoulder and then leaned back as the waitress returned with their drinks.
The young woman hurried, not making eye contact, probably nervous about interrupting the intense couple.
Riley giggled. “That’s silly. Just because we had a nice kiss—”
“Baby, we’ve had more than one nice kiss,” he interrupted.
“Yeah. Okay. Two nice kisses. That doesn’t mean we fit together.”
“Doesn’t it?” he challenged, enjoying every second of this banter. He loved her Little side more every second he was with her.
She crossed her arms and shot him a glare, looking nothing like the woman who tended bar and everything like a Little out on a date with her Daddy. “You’re teasing me again.”
“I am.” Milo pulled her drink closer and opened her straw to stick it in her glass. “You’re fun to tease, baby. A delight.” He reached for her injured finger next.
She was holding it out straight, and she winced when he touched it.
“Does it hurt, Riley?” he asked, concerned.
“No. It’s fine.” She tried to pull it back.
He held tighter. “It needs air, baby. After we eat the pizza, I’m going to take you home and look at it again. I want you to leave the bandage off in the night. It wasn’t that deep of a cut, but if you don’t take care of it, it will get infected.”
“Don’t be silly. It’s hardly more than a scratch.”
“Uh huh. We’ll see.”
“Besides…” She squirmed in her seat. “You can’t come to my apartment. It wouldn’t be appropriate.”
He stared at her, wondering where her mind was wandering now. She was even more complex than he originally thought. Challenging. If she thought she could chase him off by going all mysterious on him, she was wrong.
He wasn’t sure how to respond to her latest statement. The woman gave him mixed signals. Or maybe it was her Little. One minute she kissed him like she was starving and he was the last bite of food on earth. The next minute she acted like she was afraid to be alone with him.
“Riley… Look at me.”
She took a deep breath and turned her gaze in his direction while playing with the straw in her glass.
“You’ve known me a while. Have I ever given you the impression I would do anything you weren’t ready for?”
“No, Sir,” she muttered.
His cock jumped to attention when she called him Sir.
She pulled in a breath. “I didn’t mean it like that exactly. Maybe we could go to your apartment instead of mine?” she asked hopefully.
He had whiplash now. So, it was her apartment she didn’t want him to see. It had nothing to do with wandering hands. Thank God, and what the hell at the same time.
He grinned when he came up with an idea. “Are you a slob, Riley?”
“What? No. I mean, well, yes. That’s it. I’m messy and I don’t want you to see it.”
He chuckled. How could he not. “Maybe I could give you a minute to get your stories straight in your head so you don’t have to keep coming up with a new fib?”
Her cheeks turned pink.
He sighed. “Let me see if I have this all correct.”
Her shoulders drooped in resignation and she stared at her drink.
“You like me. This is an established fact or you wouldn’t have kissed me. Twice. Nor would you have gone out with me. Nor would you be such a lovely shade of pink every time you get embarrassed.”
“Milo…”
“Mmm. What else…? You don’t want me to see your apartment for some mysterious reason that has nothing to do with not wanting to kiss me again. You aren’t a fan of Shibari, which is why you’ve avoided eye contact with me at Blaze forever. Do I have that about right?”
“Mostly. Yes, Sir.”
“No more fibs then, baby. The next one that comes out of your lips will end with you over my lap getting your sexy bottom spanked.”
She breathed heavily and glanced at him. Her cheeks were a darker pink, but she boldly said, “I might like that, Sir. And I’m pretty sure it would lead to more than just kissing. Can we do it at your apartment instead of mine though?”