Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
She looked at the domed cover on one plate sitting in front of her and asked, “Did you already eat?”
“It’s midnight, Little girl. I finally ate at ten when you ignored my first text.”
“Sorry. I can just go to bed,” she suggested.
“Not happening. If I know you, you skipped lunch.”
Beau lifted the dome lid to show a few snacks. Smiling at the beautiful display, Maisie picked up a slice of red pepper and crunched into it.
“How come food always looks so pretty when you put it together?”
“I put things on a plate?” he teased.
“I use plates sometimes,” she hedged.
“When the paper towel rack is empty.”
“You have to admit, it’s easier to throw away a paper towel than waste time washing a dish.” She helped herself to a wedge of orange next.
“That’s why you have a dishwasher.”
“Tell me about your day,” she asked, changing the subject.
“It was packed. There’s a big push to approve anything and everything about renewable energy. Unfortunately, no one is looking at the level our support system is at currently.”
“What use is an electric car if there’s no place to charge it?” she asked.
“Exactly. Every time I suggest we target that first, my colleagues assure me that support will develop naturally.”
Maisie looked at him skeptically and he continued, “I know. That’s my response as well. But enough about work. Try some cheese and crackers. Those are your favorites.”
Maisie picked up a cracker with the perfect ratio of cheese on top. She took a bite and crunched happily. Her stomach did feel better.
“Daddy, what was something you always wanted for us to do together?”
“Other than spend time together? Or enjoy our friends? I don’t have any specific activities I dreamed of doing.”
“I always wanted to go to a restaurant that serves fondue,” she confessed. “That seems so decadent. You know—the cheese and the chocolate.”
“Then let’s do it. There’s a restaurant not too far away that does that. Want me to make reservations?”
“Let’s do it when I figure out this latest challenge.”
“Let’s not wait to do anything, Maisie. We need to enjoy life together now.” His face was solemn.
She nodded. “You’re right. I need to remember that my work is essential, but we are just as important.”
“Will you write that down for me, Little girl? Or maybe record it?” he asked, pulling his phone from his pocket.
“You want to remind me of this flash of brilliance, hmmm?”
“Definitely.”
She snuggled against his chest. “How about if you take our picture, Daddy. Send our happiness to me in a text and I’ll work hard to remember what’s most important.”
“Deal!”
He held his phone out for them, taking snapshots that were serious, lovey, and hilarious as he encouraged her to eat. As they looked back through it while she finished the last pepper on her plate, Maisie commented, “Can we fill my camera with pictures tomorrow?”
“I think that’s a very good idea. Now. Go brush your teeth while I put this incredibly heavy plate in the dishwasher,” he teased.
“Should have used a paper towel. You’d have finished already,” she tossed over her shoulder as she walked into the hall. His laughter followed her like a warm hug. She was so lucky to have him with her.
You’d still be in your office.
Showered with clean teeth, Maisie snuggled into the soft sheets. She’d completely abandoned her demand for space and no touching over the weeks they’d been together. Maisie wanted to be near him. When Beau climbed in behind her, she curled up against his chest and lifted her face for her usual goodnight kiss. As his mouth pressed against hers, Maisie threaded her fingers through his thick hair and wiggled closer.
Beau responded immediately to her silent request for more. His hands drifted over her body. Touching and caressing her, he showed her how much he desired her. She basked in his tender care and tried to return the attention he lavished on her.
Kissing the trail of hair down his muscular torso, Maisie traced the grooves of his abs and paused to tease him with a swirl around his belly button. She pushed on his chest until he rolled onto his back.
“Daddy, may I?” she asked politely.
“Yes, Maisie. Since you asked so sweetly.”
Her hand stroked up his inner thigh, and he shifted his legs apart for her. Maisie trailed her fingers over his sac and felt it tighten closer to his body as he moaned. Teasing him, she brushed her fingers over that sensitive place at the root of his cock before leaning over him to thrash her tongue back and forth over that spot.
His hand tangled in her hair as his hips rose. Maisie twirled her fingers around the broad head thrusting up toward her before retracing their path with her tongue. She tasted him as a droplet appeared. “Mmm,” she hummed, and his hand tightened in her hair.