Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Um, Sir?” she questioned.
Trace met her gaze. He lifted a hand to cup her face again. This time, the feel was intimate. “Stop me if you’re not attracted to me, Little girl. If you feel this between us as much as I do, I need to know.”
Without thinking, Avery steadied herself with a hand against his broad chest and lifted onto her toes. She pressed her mouth against his. The attraction brewing within her made her throw caution to the wind.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against his hard body as he deepened the kiss. His tongue tasted the seam of her lips, and she opened to allow him inside. Trace’s unique flavor tantalized her as she inhaled the scent of warm, spicy man that surrounded her. An involuntary moan of arousal slid from her lips, and he devoured it.
When he lifted his head, they were both breathing heavily. “What a brave Little girl you are, Avery Mae. I’d given up finding my special Little. I didn’t expect to be pulled over by the one I’ve been searching for.”
Avery didn’t know what to say. What could she? How did he know she was Little? Had he recognized her at the club?
“No panicking, Mae Bug. We’ll figure this out,” he promised before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
“You swear?” Her voice sounded very Little in her ears.
“You have my Daddy oath. I will protect you with my life.”
“That seems rather drastic for our third meeting.” She tried to lighten the discussion as his words eased the panic inside her. Avery couldn’t stop herself from stroking his chest.
“Fourth time.”
She dropped her gaze to his shoulder before clarifying, “Three. Zombie. Office. Now.”
“Four. Zombie, witch, office, and now.”
When she gasped, he elaborated, “I started my police career as an assistant to the sketch artist. I connected the zombie with the alluring lipstick and the green, warty, masked witch. You have the same bone structure and captivating eyes,” he explained.
Avery pushed against his chest to step away. When he continued to hold her close, she whispered furiously, “Let me go.” She looked around to see if anyone was watching and closed her eyes briefly at the sight of Mrs. Anderson in her robe three driveways away. The neighborhood busybody would be sure to report to everyone that she’d spotted Avery in the road making out with a strange man.
“My neighbors are watching,” she hissed, pushing at him again.
“I’m not letting you run away,” he warned her.
“I won’t run,” she promised and stepped back as he relaxed his hold. “Let’s go chat on my porch. That’s safer.”
Avery wasn’t going to invite him in. She didn’t trust herself not to give in to the desire to lick a wicked path down his muscled torso. Stop! Taking his hand, she pulled him up her driveway and onto the covered front porch.
“I can explain,” she whispered. “I was only at Blaze because of the party. I like to dress up,” Avery lied.
“Let’s go inside.”
“No.” She shook her head frantically, trying to maintain her control.
“I can either spank you inside or here on the porch. You choose,” Trace informed her sternly.
“What? Spank me? Why?”
“You just lied. Remember I warned you not to lie.”
Her mind flashed back to their conversation in the office. Whether or not we’re at work, I suggest you not lie to me. “I didn’t really lie. I do like to dress up and I went to Blaze because of the party. I wouldn’t have been there last night otherwise.”
“Are you a member there?”
She hesitated before telling the truth. “Yes.”
“And you went to hang out with your Little friends?” he probed.
“A lot of them work or are associated somehow with Little Cakes. Wyatt and I did a self-defense class there. I got to know everyone, so I went to have fun.” Avery crossed the fingers on one hand. That was all perfectly the truth.
“And you’re Little,” he stated.
Exhaling a deep breath silently, Avery weighed her options. Did she admit that she was a Little and risk him assuming she couldn’t be a capable officer? Studying his face, she opened her mouth twice to answer him, but couldn’t get the words out. She’d worked so hard to become a detective.
“Your personal life won’t impact your position on the force, Avery. If you’re a good cop, your job is solid. I wouldn’t target anyone for their personal choices as long as it didn’t impact their partner or department.”
“I’m Little. I haven’t been to Blaze for a long time because I met my last Daddy there. He turned out to be a lousy one who abused my trust. I’ve stayed away for a long time. The other Littles convinced me to try it again.”
The words tumbled out of her mouth, telling him more than she had intended. He had to understand. She crossed the fingers of her other hand. Please.