Page 55 of Biker's Babygirl

I’m shivering. I can’t stop shaking no matter how hard I try. It feels like being stuck inside an ice-encrusted nightmare and my teeth are chattering.

As cold as I am though, I’m kinda grateful. At least for the moment it’s saving me from answering questions I’d rather not.

“Climb on in, sweetpea,” Duke says over the sound of the rushing water.

I nod and obediently climb into the tub. I sink into the hot water, letting it cover me and the goosepimples on my skin. To my surprise, I feel Duke climb in behind me. Then he’s pulling me to him, hugging me to his chest.

I tense, but he doesn’t ask me what happened. Instead, he presses a kiss to my shoulder blade, his lips soothing and comforting me in ways words never could. As they move up my neck, I find myself relaxing into him until I’m laying my head on him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

Those two words shoot a shock of warmth flowing through me that’s better than any bath. We sit there like that in silence, warmed by the water and each other’s bodies. His mouth keeps climbing, leaving a trail of little kisses up the side of my neck until he presses a long, sensuous kiss to my ear lobe.

“How do you feel?”

Knowing what’s coming, I can’t help but sigh. But as much as I don’t want to talk about it, I owe him this. I owe him everything—and that means he deserves to hear the truth even if I’m uncomfortable admitting it.

“I’m okay,” I begin, my voice sounding tiny and frightened. “But… they’re after me, Duke. Just like they promised.” My voice catches on the last word and his arms tighten around me. That small gesture—the only comfort I’ve found in my life in years—finally brings tears to my eyes.

With gentle hands he turns me around until I’m facing him. “How do you know?”

“Well, that brick was a pretty good indication.” I fold my arms across my chest as I deliver that sass, but Duke reaches around and pinches my butt cheek, making me yelp. “Sorry,” I murmur contritely.

“I know you’re upset. I’m upset too, but I’m here to help you. And I need to know the details if I’m going to do that. Do you understand?”

Still feeling the bite of that punishing pinch, I nod meekly. “Yes sir.”

“Good.” He pats the place he pinched. We’re in water, so it doesn’t sting, but it sure feels like a reminder. “Now, try again: how do youknow?”

“I… I saw him,” I admit. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, my eyes fill with hot, fearful tears.

Duke sucks in a sharp breath. “You’re sure?”

Admitting it and seeing the concern in his eyes is what finally makes the tears spill over. His hands are on me at once, and he’s pulling me to lie against him, but they keep coming making hot streaks of mingled fear and sorrow down my face.

“Shh. It’s goin’ to be okay, kitten. I promise.”

But he can’t promise. I know that now. I didn’t before I left the house this morning. Despite how well I know my mobster ex, even despite the brick through the window I still thought it was going to be okay. That somehow, Duke could protect me. But now that I’ve seen him, now that Ellie was almost hurt… I know better.

“What are you thinking, Ginny? Talk to me.”

I suck up every bit of courage I have and lift my head up off his chest, forcing myself to smile at him. “I was just thinking… I’m so glad I found you.” It’s not a lie at all. I am thankful for him, but it’s also not all that I’m thinking.

His brow furrows. “Really?”

He looks skeptical, and I can’t blame him. I probably would be too, if the shoe was on the other foot. But I smile wider and nod, hoping my loving words will distract him. “Of course. You’re the best Daddy a girl ever had.”

“Hmm.” He reaches out and caresses my cheek and his sapphire blue eyes glimmer at me. “Is that so?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I purr, and as soon as he smiles back at me, I feel an unshakable desire to prove it to him. To show him how much I appreciate him—how much he means to me. I lift my bottom and reach a hand down to grab his cock.

He’s hard already and I know how I can make him forget about this whole thing.

Determined to do just that, I begin with slow strokes along his shaft until he’s vibrating with want.

“Ever taken your Little girl in the bathtub before?” I murmur, grinning at him.

“No,” he answers, his voice gruff. “But it looks like I’m about to check it off my list. Now let me take you dirty so I can wash you clean.” With those big, strong hands I love he lifts me and sets me down on his cock.

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