Page 7 of Too Sweet

He leans forward and dusts his lips over mine.

“I watch you because I like the reminder—and the reassurance—that you’re mine.”

Heat flares in his bright blue eyes.

Sparks of arousal ignite in my chest.

He angles in closer, his lips ghosting over mine in a mischievous smile.

“Are you ready for your first surprise, baby?”

Giddiness replaces the lust pumping through my veins.

“Yes!” I slap my hands to the mattress, ready to hop out of bed and get on with it.

But Kylian doesn’t move. He doesn’t even let go of my chin. Instead, he nips my bottom lip and says, “Yes, what?”

Another shiver rolls through me, sparks of excitement and stimulation illuminating my insides once more.

“Yes, Daddy.”

With an approving smirk, he straightens and pulls me to my feet. “Good girl. Let’s go.”

Rather than lead me out of the room, he guides me through the dark to the en suite bathroom.

As soon as he pushes open the door, my senses are overwhelmed by the scents of sugar, vanilla, and buttercream. The lights are turned low, and there are lit candles on every surface.

But the pièce de résistance is the tub.

The enormous, deep, white porcelain tub that’s filled with more sprinkles than I’ve ever seen in one place.

I bring both hands to my mouth, absolutely shocked by the sight before me.

The tub isn’t just partially full, and I don’t see any water. I think he actually filled the entire basin with multicolored sprinkles.

My cheeks burn from smiling as I take it all in.

“You didn’t,” I finally say, biting my bottom lip as I look over to meet his gaze.

Puzzled, he looks from the tub then back to me. “Clearly, I did.”

My brilliant, literal boy.

I squeeze his neck, bouncing on my toes like a little kid. “Please tell me we’re getting in.”

His pointed look zaps all the excitement I was just feeling.

“Baby. Under no circumstances could I possibly get into that tub.”

Okay, fair. Just looking at that many sprinkles all in one place is overstimulating. I can’t imagine what it would actually feel like. Although I really do want to find out.

“You, however?” His salacious grin is my first clue. “You are going to strip naked, climb into the tub, and then be the very best girl for me by using this on your clit.”

One brow cocked, he reaches toward the vanity and procures an enormous wand vibrator.

I scurry to undress, smiling like a fool as I rip off my clothes. I pile all my hair on top of my head, hastily secure it with the elastic around my wrist, then pop one hip for good measure.

“How do I look?”