“It is. Now, I need a foot. Which one volunteers?” he asked, swooshing a hand around at the bottom of the tub. “Got one!”He pulled up the crab and looked at it as if he were completely baffled.
“That’s not my foot!” she told him, giggling at his silliness.
“Thank goodness! I was a little scared, thinking your toenails felt like pincers!”
“Daddy, that’s awful! Here’s my foot. See! Perfectly normal toenails!”
He cupped her heel in his hand and checked her foot out carefully before washing her toes. “You’re right! No pincers here.”
She grabbed the crab floating on the surface and played with it. When Caden’s hand stroked along the inside of her thigh, her hand tightened on the rubber object in her hand, and a stream of water arched toward her daddy’s shirt.
“Sorry!” Brooklyn said quickly when a wet blob appeared on his T-shirt.
“I won’t melt, Brookie,” he reassured her and reached over his head to yank the soaked garment off.
Brooklyn almost choked on her tongue at the sight of Caden’s muscles and the tattoos scattered over his broad chest. She was staring but couldn’t stop. His raw power and handsomeness astounded her. Without thinking, she licked her lips.
“That will make my next set of four hundred push-ups totally worth it,” he commented wryly.
“You can do that many?”
“On a good day,” he teased. She had a hunch that meant he could do a ton more.
“I’m so out of shape.”
“My job depends on my being ready to handle anything that comes my way. I don’t expect you to do fifty pushups.”
“Or two?” she asked, trying to sound like she was teasing but really being truthful.
“We might need to work on your being able to do two, little girl. You don’t need to worry that we’ll have a chin-up competition. I torture my team enough with physical training,” he told her as he washed her other leg.
This time as he reached the top of her thigh, he swirled the pouf over her mound to her tummy. “Relax,” he told her when she sucked in her gut.
“That’s hard to do.”
“You’ll get used to me touching you, sweetheart.” He swirled the soft fabric around her breasts and over her tightly clenched nipples.
Her eyelids drifted to half-mast as she focused on his movements. The almost physical sensation of his gaze watching her react to his caresses pushed her arousal higher. Brooklyn allowed the pleasure to erase her nervousness as she permitted her natural sensuality to take over. She arched her back, presenting herself for Caden’s attentions.
“Very good, little girl. One more place to wash, and then Daddy will let you play for a few minutes before it’s time for bed.”
She squeezed her legs together, automatically guarding her most private area. Even sitting in the water, she could feel the slickness of her juices. The combination of being little in a bath of bubbles and his intimate touch seemed like a fantasy come true. Brooklyn couldn’t believe her own daring. She’d never thought someone would make her secret dreams come true.
He stroked a hand from the base of her skull to a supportive spot between her shoulder blades and instructed, “Lean back on the tub and put your feet on the bottom.”
After guiding her into position, he shifted her legs further apart. She didn’t resist him.Please. Let him touch me.
A small moan slid through her lips as he stroked the pouf between her legs. Caden washed her pussy with a light pressurethat made Brooklyn bite her lower lip to keep from begging. Still sensitive from his earlier caresses, she craved his direct touch—to feel his warmth instead of the netting. When he lifted her hips slightly while stabilizing her to whisk between her buttocks, Brooklyn slapped her hands over her face to hide. Watching him touch her was more intimate than hiding her face while she draped over his lap.
“No part of you will be off limits, little girl,” he warned in a quiet tone that registered deeper in her jumbling thoughts than a loud voice.
“Yes, Daddy,” escaped from her lips before she could stop it.
“Good girl. Now, you’re all clean. You were such a good girl. Want to play for a bit or would you like to get out of the tub now and have time to get a special treat from your daddy?” Caden rose and looked down at her.
His response to bathing her caught her attention. His cock strained at the fly of his fatigues. Thrilled by his fierce reaction to touching her, Brooklyn almost forgot she needed to answer his question. “Treat!” she said quickly, wanting whatever he’d offer.
His low chuckle sounded wicked and hot, fueling the arousal inside her. Eager, Brooklyn shifted inside the tub, preparing to climb out to join him. To her surprise, he swooped forward and lifted her. Water streamed everywhere as her wet body pressed against his warm chest. Caden didn’t appear to notice the mess.
