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“I likes play with bubbles.”

“Good.” Holding her hand, he led her to the bathroom. Plumes of steam and a welcoming scent from the bubbles emanated from the tub.

“Put your fingers in the water and tell me if it’s too hot.”

Yoanni nodded, dipped her fingers, and glanced at him. “No hot, Daddy.”

This moment was a milestone for them as a Daddy/Little couple, and a fantasy Barron had cherished and held in his heart. During the early stages of their relationship, they’d casually touched on the DD/Lg dynamic and played with it. Play was over. This was the serious Daddy time he wanted more than anything. He knew she didn’t need his help to dress or undress, but that wasn’t the point of it all. A committed Daddy took care of his Little’s every need, and this meant taking her clothes off, bathing her, rinsing…the works.

He was all in. “Raise your arms.”

Yoanni obeyed. He lifted the hem of her sleep T-shirt andslipped it off. She stood before him as naked as the day she was born, a trusting light in her beautiful hazel eyes. Her offer of power undid him. Somewhere deep in Barron’s chest, a spot heated and boiled up, initiating a wave of tenderness and love he didn’t know he could muster. His spirit came alive with a feeling of perfection. This wasn’t sensual or physical. This was stronger, and he didn’t understand every nuance, but it didn’t matter. The certainty was there, and Barron realized he would fight the devil himself to protect Yoanni from any harm.

Arms trembling with emotion, he picked her up and gently settled her within mounds of sparkly iridescent bubbles. The water was okay for him, but it might be different for her. “Are you sure the temperature is okay? I can put in more cold water.” He sat on the toilet seat to watch her.

“No more cold.” Giggling, she swished the bubbles with her arms. “I likes this. So fun.”

“I’m happy you like it, sweetheart?”Happy?Yeah, that was the word. He laughed and scratched his whiskered cheek. Damn, he needed a shave like yesterday. “I forgot to get you a ducky for your bath. Next time we go out, I’ll get you one.”

“For me?”

“I’ll get you whatever you want, princess. If duckies make you happy, we’ll get duckies.”

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, splashing her arms up and down. Water sloshed, and bubbles flew all over.

“Behave. The bath’s for you. Not me or the floor.”

“Aww.” She pouted, and he felt like a heel. He was going to say something soothing, but his phone rang in the kitchen.

“I have to get the phone. Be a good girl, okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

He stood, pointing a finger at her. “Stay in the tub. Be right back to dry you.” He rushed out, though by now, the call had goneto voicemail. Without checking the ID, he tapped voicemail on his phone. It was a message from Blade.

“Call me back. Shifter’s worried about you, and so am I.”

Now he remembered. He’d left the agency promising to call back. Had Blade gotten wind of the latest development at Yoanni’s place?

Barron started typing a text when Johnny Gun’s call came in.

“Hey, what’s up?” Barron asked.

“Dude, you took off, and no one’s seen or heard from you since. Are you and Yoanni okay?”

His brothers had a point. He was rarely out of touch this long. Johnny G wasn’t snooping; he was asking out of concern.

“We’re both fine. I ran into a small problem at her place. I’ll tell you more in person. It’s easier. Will you tell Blade? He called.”

“You bet.”

“By the way, Yoanni’s staying here. We’re spending the day together. Unless I’m needed at the club, you won’t see me until tomorrow.”

“No one’s gonna need you at the club, dude. Have fun.”

Smiling, Barron ended the call.Fun?He intended to have an outstanding day. It started with pampering the sweet Little in his tub.

With that thought in mind, he strode straight for the bag she’d brought from her place and turned it upside down. A few items, fewer than he’d expected, fell out. He put together a two-piece romper set and ruffly panties. Interestingly, he found no bra in the bag. No big deal. Her small, perky breasts didn’t need lift or support. Same as the rest of Yoanni, they were perfect in size for his hands and mouth. Draping her clothes over his arm, he walked to the bathroom.

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