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“Really? I didn’t know that about her,” Wyatt said.

Daisy bobbed her head again. “I invent things, too. Nothing as important as what Hedy Lamarr did. Just toys and stuff. But I’m always coming up with designs and plans. And now that Captain Reagan invited me to be on the Little Star, I’m making a career out of it. It’s a dream come true!”

Wyatt smiled across the table, his eyes shining with unbridled affection, as he listened to Daisy. Finally, after a moment of letting her words sink in, he said, “I’m so happy for you, Daisy.”

“Thank you,” she said.

They ate some more. A moment later, she said, “What brings you to the Little Star? Are you looking for a Little?”

He chuckled. “Oh, I found my Little before I even got here,” he said, giving her a knowing smile and a wink.

She sank a little in her chair, a grin splitting her cute, angelic face.

Wyatt continued. “But I actually came here to talk business with Captain Reagan. You know that farm I mentioned back in Georgia?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I own it with two other guys. They’re Daddies, too. And we’ve dreamed of opening it as a tourist attraction for Littles. Captain Reagan wanted to hear our proposal. He’s coming onboard the project as a partner. If all goes according to plan, Little Star Farms will open next year.”

“That’s amazing!” Daisy said. “I’m so happy for you! Hey, we’re both getting to live our dreams.”

“That’s right,” Wyatt said. “And I have a feeling our dreams are going to intersect even more, Little Daisy.” He raised his glass of wine and said, “To dreams.”

She raised her glass, too, and clinked it against his—just like the toast back at the mechanic’s shop. “To dreams,” she said.

At that moment, she saw past Wyatt, across the room, and noticed Evan was watching her from his own table.

That uneasiness roiled in the pit of her stomach. It didn’t matter, she reminded herself. Wyatt was there now.

She had nothing to fear.

Ever again.

Chapter Nine

Wyatt couldn’t stop kissing Daisy’s neck as they stumbled into his cabin.

After dinner, they’d danced and then played a few hands of blackjack in the ship’s casino. That hadn’t lasted very long. Flirtatious comments combined with suggestive glances had both of them feeling a palpable tension. It had finally burst. Neither could be denied any longer.

“Daddy,” she said, whimpering as his lips feasted upon her.

“Daddy’s here, sweet girl.”

She moaned, pinching her eyes shut and quivering as she awaited what was next. There was a throbbing ache between her legs. She needed Daddy to undress her. To take her. To claim her.

Thankfully, that need was going to be met.

His hands were already lifting her shirt. He had it removed quickly, working his way down to her pants. He slid them off, taking a few extra seconds to appraise her exquisite body.

The way her nipples hardened against the fabric of her bra. The way her hips flared out just so. The way she was already grinding her hips, in anticipation of riding him, her diaper crinkling loudly with the movements.

Mmm. His little girl was too much.

His hand dipped inside the waistband of her diaper and found her sodden slit. He traced it several times, causing her to begfor him, but he made her wait a moment, enjoying the mask of delight she wore as he toyed with her. Finally, he parted her pussy lips and plunged a finger inside.

Her eyes popped open. She looked at him and bit her lip, her breath quickening as his digit penetrated deeper.

Then she yelped, a pleasured smile overtaking her face, as his finger curled within her, rubbing a special spot.

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