Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
When he lifted his head, she closed the gap to plant a fiery smooch on his lips. Wraith responded immediately to her and swept his tongue into her mouth. She absolutely loved his taste—yummy dinner along with that flavor only Wraith had. He gave her butterflies in her tummy every time he was close.
When she sat back, he studied her for several long seconds before teasing, “Bad biker dude, huh?”
She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “You’re even better than that—bad, biker Daddy.”
“I can live with that.” He hugged her close before settling Caroline against his chest so his arms could wrap around her and hold the book. “Let’s see what you chose.”
Caroline leaned quickly to the side to pick up the book that had slid to the side during their distraction. “This one, Daddy. It looks good.”
“I’ve heard great reviews about it. Let’s see if we agree.”
Wraith pointed to different things on the cover and asked questions before opening her selection. He thumbed slowly through the pages, checking out the illustrations on the endpapers lining the inside of the cover and reading the author note. By the time he got to chapter one, she could hardly wait.
His deep, gravelly voice wrapped around her, whisking Caroline away from reality and into the world of dragons, sorcerers, and magic. She’d forgotten how special it was to have someone read to her. Wraith created voices for the main characters and added drama in his tone to add tension and suspense as the action unrolled. She loved every minute.
“No! Read another chapter, Daddy,” she protested as he marked their page with a piece of ribbon from the end table’s drawer.
“Tomorrow night, Precious. I like this book. What do you think of it?”
“It’s so good. That dragon is going to cause a lot of trouble. I’m afraid he’s going to eat the princess! We should read another chapter to keep her safe,” Caroline urged.
“I think I’m ready to channel my inner dragon,” Wraith shared.
“You’re going to eat a princess?” she asked. He gave her a single, knowing nod that made her review what she’d said. Her confusion evaporated. “Oh!”
“We’ll read more tomorrow,” he told her.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I like the sound of that. Come on, Little girl. I need to get the grill’s smoke and the warehouse smell off me before we go to bed. Let’s go tuck Jam into the covers and take a shower.”
She scooted off his lap and waited for him to stand. Caroline was so flustered she forgot to pick up her stuffie and the blanket, but Wraith took care of both for her and tucked them under his arm. Holding her hand, he led the way to his bedroom.
“Settle Jam in bed and come into the bathroom. I’ll go turn the water on to heat.”
When he disappeared into the adjoining room, Caroline hurried to the far side of the bed. She guessed Wraith would want to sleep closest to the door. After placing Jam on her pillow, she stretched the blanket over him. Sure he would drift off in a minute, she eagerly walked into the bathroom.
Stopping in her tracks, Caroline spotted Wraith wearing nothing but his socks. He lifted one foot after another to strip those off before turning to face her. “One of us is seriously overdressed. Come here, Precious. Let me unwrap my package.”
Too much time had passed since she’d gotten to see Wraith naked. She devoured his chiseled muscles with her eyes as she approached him. “Do you like lift cars to exercise?”
“No, Little girl. I work hard, but I also love the gym.” He reached out to snag the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head as he continued to talk. “We have an extensive one here. I’d take you there, but you might decide to upgrade to someone else.”
“I can’t imagine that any of them are as ripped as you.”
“Ripped, huh?”
Wraith tossed her shirt into the hamper before running his fingers along her throat to brush over the swell of her full breasts. When she gasped, he said, “Funny, I prefer soft and curvy.”
Her heart beat faster as she celebrated his preferences. “I’ve got some curves,” she suggested.
“So I see. I think I need to check out the rest.” With a flick of his fingers, Wraith unfastened her bra and slid it from her body. He traced a line over her abdomen to her jeans and opened the fastener at the waistband before pulling the zipper down. He rubbed a small circle over her mound before sliding his hands inside her zipper, around her sides to cup her bottom. “Perfect curves.”
He lowered her jeans to the floor as he squatted in front of her. “Put your hand on my shoulder to balance yourself, Little girl. Lift this foot.” He tapped her toe. When she followed his directions, Wraith coached her through the other side. Her shoes, socks, and the heavy denim material flew toward the clothes hamper. Somehow, he tossed her sneakers next to it.