Page 15 of Grace's Daddy

I flinch when it occurs to me that I’ve been inside my head for a bit too long while he’s been waiting for me to open the door. Finally I yank it open almost too hard.

Eli gives me a grin. “I wondered if you’d changed your mind and had decided you didn’t want to see me tonight.”

I shake my head, my pigtails flying, reminding me that I’m in Little space. “Do you have a lab coat?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

He chuckles as he steps closer to me. “I do.” His hands come to my waist, and ohmygod, his lips come to my mouth. He gives me a sweet kiss that’s not nearly as satisfying as the one from last night before his lips trail to my neck and over to my ear. “Can I come in?”

I shudder as goosebumps rise all over my skin. “Yes,” I breathe out. My feet won’t move, though, and Eli has to help me shuffle backward so he can shut the door.

As soon as it’s closed, he cups my face and kisses me again. This kiss is better, longer, sexier. I’m moaning by the time he releases my lips. He strokes my neck. “I’ve been waiting all day to do that. And you look so pretty tonight, sweet girl. I love this dress.”

My heart is racing. This moment is so intense. It’s not at all what I imagined would happen when he arrived. I hook my fingers in his beltloops to avoid swaying so far that I end up falling on my bottom.

Eli holds my gaze as his hands slowly slide upward from my waist. I rise onto my toes and whimper when his thumbs graze the sides of my breasts. “Sexy as fuck. If I’d known the Little girl who lives across the hall from me dressed like this, I would have pushed all my mail under her door six months ago just to get her to open it.”

I giggle, but a shiver races down my spine a second later when he moves his thumbs.

“This dress is appropriate for only three locations, though, sexy girl. Your apartment. My apartment. The Dungeon. Nowhere else. I’m not sharing you with Mrs. Thompson or anyone else who lives on this hall.” His voice is teasing but serious at the same time.

“This is a normal dress. I bought it from a department store. Women wear this out in public, silly.”

“Not without a bra they don’t.” He lifts a brow, but he’s still smiling.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“I could put one on if it bothers you,” I say. I don’t even recognize myself.

“Are you flirting with me, Grace?”

My smile grows. “Maybe.”

Now he chuckles. “Sweet girl, if you’re going to greet me at your door every night wearing cute-as-fuck dresses, pigtails, and bows in your hair, I’ll start driving faster to get home.”

My face heats. I’m still shocked that he’s interested in me.

He leans me back several inches and looks down at my chest. And then he groans. “Thank goodness for errant pizza coupons,” he mutters. “Best piece of fluttering mail ever. I should contact Stephanos and thank them.”

I giggle again. He has a way of putting me at ease, while also making me feel both Little and fully adult at the same time. My nipples are harder than they’ve ever been, and the thin material of the front of my loose dress keeps swaying across them, making me wish he would slide his thumbs a few inches closer and touch them.

“Would you like to come across the hall to my apartment tonight, Little one?”

I bite my bottom lip and nod. I’m dying to see his apartment. He’s seen every inch of mine. It’s my turn to see his. I bet I’ll know him better after I’ve been in his space.

Keeping one hand on my waist, he turns, grabs my keys from the hook by the door, and opens it.

I cover my mouth to control my laughter as he leans out and looks both ways before slipping his hand down my arm to grab mine. He darts across the hallway and pulls me into his apartment so fast I can barely keep up.

Granted, he’s right. I wouldn’t want anyone to see me dressed like this. No one has ever seen me in my Little space. He’s the first. I certainly wouldn’t want Mrs. Thompson to see. Her brows would shoot through the roof. She’d probably have a heart attack. But it’s still funny how stealthy he is about sneaking me across the hall.

As soon as we’re inside, he deadbolts the door as if he needs extra security to ensure no one sees me.

I roll my eyes. “Eli… I don’t think I’m quite that indecent.”

Still holding my hand, he drags me through his apartment. It’s a mirror image of mine, so I know exactly where we’re going. I only have seconds to take in the décor of his living room and kitchen. Same cabinets and appliances as mine. His furniture is dark wood. His sectional is large and a deep chocolate brown. It’s plush and looks so comfortable.

Moments later, I’m jogging to keep up with him as we pass through his bedroom and into the master bath. I don’t even have time to wonder why we’re here before he shuts the bathroom door and turns me around to face it.