Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
She was quiet as he led her out the front door and helped her into her driver’s seat. “Are you okay to drive home, Tiffanie?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m thinking about where my home is.”
“Oh? Is something bothering you? I meant our place together.”
“I don’t really have a home, do I? I live with Ivan and with you.”
Phineas sank down to kneel in the space created by the open car door. “Ivan took care of you when you needed him most. Now that we’re together, would you consider moving in with me?”
“For how long? You’re going to get fed up with having a sick girlfriend.”
“Whoa. There’s a lot to unpack there.” He held up his index finger. “First, you’re not sick, but even if you were, I wouldn’t tire of helping you. That’s what couples do. You and I are a duo now.”
“But….”
He shook his head and interrupted. “Let me talk first, and then you can ask anything you want.” He lifted another finger. “Two. The moment I made you mine, I claimed a lifetime of togetherness.”
Her gaze focused above his head. Phineas suspected she replayed his words. She was his. When their eyes met again, he held up another finger. “Three. You are my Little girl. Even if you were in perfect health, I would want to cherish and tend to you. That’s what Daddies do. That’s what this Daddy in particular needs.”
“Your home is with me. If you don’t like my place, we’ll start shopping. The only reasons we’ve alternated houses are my work obligations and how close you and your brother are. I thought you’d like to spend some time with him instead of being alone while I was at an evening event or covering a shift at the library due to a staff member’s emergency. Maybe you’d prefer making my bed where we sleep every night, so you’re sure where home is?”
She nodded eagerly.
“So, I’ll text Ivan and tell him we’re moving your clothes to my house permanently this weekend. And I’ll let you decide if you’d like to visit him for dinner when I’m not at home. We can have Ivan over for pizza at our place as well. Okay. It’s your turn. What did I miss?”
“I’d like to have a place where I know I’m staying. Giving up my apartment and my personal space was tough when I got sick.”
Phineas understood completely. “I can see that. Do you need a spot reserved for you at our house? Maybe a special reading chair in our bedroom or in the family room?”
“My nursery is amazing. That’s my space, right?”
“All yours.”
“But that chair thing sounds good. Like a chair with an ottoman?”
“Oh, yeah. You need that,” he agreed. “Any other worries, Little girl?”
She shook her head. “Thanks for understanding, Daddy.”
“I’m glad you told me what’s bothering you. I want to hear what’s happening inside your brain.”
“I’m really excited to go home now, Daddy.”
He leaned forward to kiss her lips before nuzzling his mouth next to her ear and whispering, “Drink your water.”
Her giggle went straight to his heart. Her worried tone had evaporated, and the stress lines around her mouth had vanished. Phineas kicked himself for not realizing she felt insecure. “You’re mine forever, Little girl.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
His heart brimmed with adoration for this enchanting woman. “I love you, Little girl. Now drive home safely. Fair warning, I’m going to make you say that four hundred times when I get home. Maybe even scream it,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at her suggestively.
When she blushed, he stood and closed her door with a firm hand. To his surprise, she rolled down the window a scant couple of inches to say, “I’ll try to wait.”
Instantly, the meaning of her statement aroused him. He pulled out his phone and sent her a message. “No touching, Little girl.”
She responded with a waving hand emoji. What did that mean? As her car drove away, Phineas shifted his cock in his pants. This would be a long afternoon.
Chapter Twenty-One
Curled up on the couch in the family room under the throw usually stretched across the back of the cushions, Tiffanie smiled when she heard the garage door open. Her Daddy was home. He didn’t linger but came in immediately, stopping in his tracks when he saw her.
“We need to talk about teasing Daddy,” he stated firmly.
“Okay, Daddy.” Tiffanie sat up, allowing the soft material to slide down her torso, revealing her bare skin.
His keys dropped from his hand onto the floor. “Princess…”
She loved that all words escaped him after the endearment. Feeling more powerful than she had for a long time, Tiffanie raised her hands to form a crown on her head. Her small breasts lifted slightly as he stared. “Daddy, if you’re going to call me Princess, I really need a tiara.”