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“Oh, I don’t get sick.”

“I’m glad to hear that. If you do, he’s at the clinic. He can also make sure you’re up to date on your immunizations.”

“I don’t need shots either,” she said, staring at him challengingly in the mirror as he finished her hair.

“Afraid of needles?”

“No. I just don’t like shots.”

“I understand that. How would you like to tour the house I’m building this afternoon?” he asked as he smoothed the brush through the length of her hair from root to the ends all over her head. Her eyes closed partially with an expression of pure enjoyment.

He loved bringing her pleasure. What does she look like when she comes? Immediately when that thought popped into his mind, Street clamped down on his self-control as desire coursed through his body and his cock twitched. This towel wouldn’t disguise his reaction.

“Thank you for fixing my hair. I hate tangles.”

Street met her gaze in the mirror. He smiled as if he hadn’t pictured her petite body spread out like a buffet for a starving man. Stop it! Rosa called to his basest instincts. Deliciously.

“You’re welcome. Ponytail or braids?”

“You can do that?”

“I’ll give whatever you choose my best shot,” he promised.

“High ponytail,” she requested, lifting her hand to show him. “I don’t have any elastics.”

Street opened a drawer. Way in the back, he’d stashed a package of wrapped hair bands. “Here. Open this for me and pick your favorite color.”

“You just happen to have these?” she asked.

“Daddies are always prepared.”

She considered him skeptically as she selected a yellow one. Street didn’t comment but continued to smooth her hair together into the style she wanted. In a few moments, he plucked her choice from her hand and secured the fastener in her new do. He looked at his finished handiwork and was impressed. Not bad, Street.

“How’s that?”

Rosa turned her head from side to side to check out the shining cascade before admitting, “I’m impressed.”

Street raised his hands above his head and cheered. Of course, his towel chose to unwrap itself at that moment and tumble down to the ground. As he bent to collect it, Rosa giggled.

Wrapping the fabric around his hips, Street adopted a serious expression and shook his head at Rosa. “Little girl. Never laugh at a man when he’s naked. I might not recover from that.”

“Oh! I wasn’t laughing at your… man thing.”

“Man thing?” he repeated, trying not to chuckle.

“Yeah. No one would make fun of that. It’s too big.”

That statement bolstered his ego. “Thank you, Rosa. It’s nice to be appreciated. Before I parade my cock in front of you again by accident, I’ll grab your clothes from the basket and bring them to you. Let’s go get dressed and we can tour my house.”

“Good idea,” she said quickly and proceeded him toward the door, humming while raising and lowering her right hand.

Just like a drum major. Street chuckled at her antics. His Little girl was going to keep him on his toes.

Chapter 6

Later that evening, Rosa sat in a roomy chair that she suspected was Street’s favorite. She squirmed on the wide seat. Two people could fit in here easily. The image of Street holding her on his lap as they relaxed or watched TV popped into her mind. A thrill zinged through her at that pleasant thought but was quickly squashed. Nothing that special ever happened to someone like her.

“I don’t like whatever just raced through that brain of yours,” Street growled.