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Once again, he spread her cheeks much wider than necessary. Her pussy was perfect, and he suspected she’d trimmed herself down there. Where she’d gotten that idea, he didn’t know. The pinkness between her downy lips protruded, and as he spread her even wider, he swore he saw wetness.
Correction. A lot of wetness.
His little girl was drenched.
Stunned, he gazed at her pink parts. “Move your legs apart,” he said. “Daddy needs to get a better look at you.”
She obeyed without question. So willing to please.
Well, at least she was after a sound spanking.
Her pussy lips opened further to his inspection. Telltale moisture gleamed within her folds. She was beautiful and hot. Damn. Was this her problem? Maybe she didn’t have a fever after all.
Realization dawned as he withdrew the thermometer from her pucker, appreciating the way her little hole winked as he dragged it out slowly.
He inspected the thermometer. No fever. “Sit up so we can talk, Hanna. Don’t pull your shorts and panties up yet.” How in good conscience could he leave her, frustrated and naïve as she was? Someone had to teach her. Someone had to explain why she was so wet and hot all over.
She turned over and brought her knees up to her chest, but placed one hand over her pussy in an attempt to conceal her privates. Never mind that he’d just seeneverything. With her head inclined, she stared at the bedcovers.
It boosted his ego that she’d grown wet because of him. He doubted the movie had had anything to do with it. He took a calming breath and cleared his throat.
“You don’t have a fever, Hanna. You’re sexually aroused.”
Her head shot up. Alarm flickered in her eyes. “Wh… what?”
“You’re turned on. The reason you’re all hot and bothered is because…” His voice trailed off and he waited for her reaction, hoping she would understand.
“I-I think I know what you’re trying to say, and I want you to know how sorry I am. I am so ashamed.” She bowed her head and her lower lip trembled.
He reached for the hand that wasn’t covering her pussy. “You have nothing to apologize for, and please don’t feel ashamed. What you’re experiencing is perfectly normal. It’s your body’s natural response to…”
“To you,” she finished for him. “You do this to me, don’t you?”
He choked up, fumbling for words. “I didn’t do it on purpose, Hanna. But I am very, very flattered.”
“How do I make it stop? I feel like I’m going to die,” she said as her eyes grew wider. “I’m so unsettled I can’t stand it.”
“Have you ever touched yourself down there before?”
“No, why would I touch myself?” Genuine confusion shone in her eyes.
“I swear I won’t take advantage of you, but if you trust me enough, I’ll show how to put the fire out.” He ground his teeth together at the stupid analogy. “I’ll show you how to make the aching feel better.” There. That sounded better.
She bit her bottom lip and glanced around the room, looking uncertain, but also… tempted. Finally, she met his gaze and said, “Very well. I trust you. Please help me, Daddy.”
He stared at her, trying to figure out the best way to proceed. He was honored that she trusted him enough to ask for his help.
“Give me your shorts and panties.” He held out a hand as she removed them from around her ankles. Their fingers grazed as he accepted the bundle. He set the clothing aside and beckoned her to bring her legs down. “Don’t be shy. I promise not to hurt you.”
CHAPTER10
Hanna’s insides quaked.She bit her lip, waiting for Mr. Foster to make a move. The look in his eyes had her ready to come undone. Those dark eyes of his flashed with an emotion she didn’t quite understand, but she was drawn to it. Drawn to him.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined he would see her naked. She might still have her shirt on, but she felt entirely naked. Shame heated her skin all over, and she tried to push the emotion away. If this was a sin, she didn’t care. Besides, he was going to help her. Sweat covered her arms and legs, and she was panting with a thirst she didn’t know how to quench.
The bed dipped as Mr. Foster—Daddy—sat down beside her. Her heartbeat picked up, and her breathing became even more irregular. She squirmed, waiting and waiting for his touch, for his help. Anticipation hummed through her.
“Part your legs. I want to see you.” His hand grazed her thigh, but he didn’t touch her between her legs.
