Page 7 of Her Cover Model Daddy
Turning, he frowned when he heard gunfire and bombs going off. Was his Little girl watching a war movie?
Walking past the bathroom and entering the main part of the room, he checked the television screen and shook his head. Not a war movie, but an action thriller that was just as violent.
Looking at the nightstand, and over at the bed, he did not see the remote. Then he looked at Lacy and found she was holding the black plastic rectangle to her chest as if afraid someone would take it from her.
Instead of slipping it from her grasp and turning off the television, Drake was caught up in admiring the beautiful woman who looked so young and innocent as she slept. Needing to join her in dreamland, Drake carefully slipped the remote from her grasp and turned down the television so it was barely audible as he continued to watch Lacy.
She shifted and frowned, but then she settled and her expression smoothed out again. Returning the remote to the dresser, Drake headed to the bathroom. He needed a quick shower to wash away the sweat, and dozen or more different perfumes that he’d picked up while dancing. There was no way he would crawl into bed with Lacy while smelling of other women.
He pulled on a loose-fitting pair of knit shorts and then brushed his teeth and combed his hair so the curls were somewhat organized. Not sure if Lacy would be afraid of waking up in a strange room in the dark, he left the light in the bathroom on and pulled the door halfway closed.
Returning to the bed, he shook his head when he saw that Lacy was still wearing all her clothes. She couldn’t be comfortable. But if he woke her enough to change her into one of his t-shirts, would it scare her fully awake?
“Lacy,” he whispered as he rubbed a hand up and down her arm. “Can you wake up enough to get changed into a sleep-shirt?”
She turned her head and smiled as her eyes opened halfway. She looked drunk, even though he knew she had not had anything alcoholic.
“Hi,” she breathed with a wide smile.
“Hi. How about I help you change into something more comfortable? Then you can go back to sleep.”
“Okay.” Lacy nodded as she flopped over onto her back. She giggled as she looked up at him.
Drake took her hands and helped her sit up. “Arms up,” he said, pulling them over her head.
Pulling her shirt over her head, he left her bra in place then dropped his t-shirt over her head. All while trying not to look too hard at her nearly naked upper body.
“Bra off,” she stated as he tried to thread an arm through the sleeves.
Though he’d been planning to leave her bra and panties on, he studied the bra and opened the front clasp for her. Once it was open, he held his hands away from her as she struggled to remove the lace and elastic garment.
He forced himself not to study her breasts, though even a few glances in the near darkness provided him with the memoryof perfect high-and-tight, pink-tipped mounds. Drake forced himself to look away as he pulled the shirt down and covered over body even as his erect cock twitched in his shorts.
“Pants off,” she ordered with another giggle as she flopped back on the bed.
“Don’t be so sassy,” Drake ordered.
Brushing her hands away, he worked the fastenings on her jeans and pulled them off her legs. He then pulled Lacy up and rearranged her so she wasn’t lying across the bed and her head was on the pillow.
After taking a moment to fold her clothes and pile them on the dresser, he rounded to the other side of the bed and crawled in. He tried to keep a good bit of the bed between them in order to not tempt himself, lying on his back, but Lacy apparently had other ideas.
She rolled across the bed until her body was plastered against his side. Laying her hand on the center of his chest, she kissed his upper arm and sighed. “Night, Daddy.”
Tilting his head, he brushed a kiss on the top of her head with a smile. “Good night, Lacy-girl. Sleep well and have beautiful dreams.”
Another sigh was her only response.
Drake only wished he could fall asleep so easily. It had been a long time since he’d spent the night with someone else in his bed. Especially such a lovely Little girl.
Closing his eyes, Drake took slow deep breaths and tried to clear his mind of all thoughts. But he could not stop trying to figure out how to keep the lovely woman in his life once the convention was over.
Would she be interested in a long-distance Daddy?
Could he be one? God help him, he wanted to try.
Chapter 6
Lacy woke curled on her side as she always was, wide awake between one heartbeat and the next. Without even glancing at the clock on the nightstand, she knew it was somewhere around five in the morning. She always woke either a few minutes before or after and today appeared to be no different.
