Sweet Tooth (Little Cakes, #11)(5)

“Thank you,” he told her, but she was already flouncing back to the counter. After all, the line was long.

He turned back to Elizabeth and reached to open her cupcake, peeling the paper away. “Which way do you like to eat these? With a fork or your fingers?”

“With my fingers. The frosting tastes even better when you have to lick it off your fingers.”

Tom had to work hard not to react to her comment. His cock jumped to attention. The thought of holding his Little girl’s hand in his and sucking frosting off her fingers made him rethink his opinion about sugar. Maybe he could eat heaps of frosting, especially if it was attached to this enchanting Bunny of his.

Because he’d made a decision. Elizabeth Milford was definitely his Little girl. Now he just needed to convince her.





Chapter Three





Elizabeth felt the heat rising on her cheeks. She’d never said anything so forward in her entire life. She didn’t even know herself today.

Something about this man brought out the Little in her like never before. She still wasn’t even sure if he was a Daddy. All she knew was she’d been absolutely giddy from the moment she’d spotted him in line.

Granted, the purple sugary sweet cupcake always made her feel Little, but she usually indulged in it alone at a table, not with a…Daddy? She’d been so close to asking him if he was a Daddy. After all, he’d taken her by surprise by carrying her food, opening her cupcake, and calling her Bunny.

He had to be a Daddy, right?

But asking him was going way too far.

His eyes were dancing as he leaned forward on his palm, his face close to hers again, and she’d forgotten what she’d even said last until he spoke again. “How does frosting taste if you lick it off someone else’s fingers?”

Now she was moving into mischievous territory. Very naughty thoughts filled her head as she dipped her finger boldly into the frosting on the top of his cupcake and held the sugary glob out to him. “I don’t know.”

He wrapped his hand gently around her wrist and brought her finger to his mouth. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. He slowly sucked her finger, twirling his tongue around and around the tip before he finally released it. “You’re right. I don’t think I’ll ever want to eat frosting any other way again.”

She was breathing heavily as if she’d jogged a mile in four minutes. She couldn’t look away from his gaze. “Oh.”

“Now, what were you going to ask me before when you stopped yourself?”

“Oh. Nothing.” She continued to stare in disbelief. Maybe she was dreaming and none of this was really happening.

He put both elbows on the small table, leaning in closer. She could smell his soap, his toothpaste, and the frosting. “Ask me, Bunny.”

She swallowed.

He lifted both brows in challenge.

She glanced down. If she asked him and he said no, she would be mortified.

He covered her hand with his. “How about if I ask you a question first?”

“Okay,” she murmured.

“Are you Little?”

She pursed her lips and nodded slowly, lifting her gaze to his.

“Now, your turn.”

She drew in a breath and finally had the courage to respond. “Are you a Daddy?”

He smiled wide. “Yes, I am.”

“Oh.” Had she always said oh with such frequency or did this Daddy scramble her brain and leave her speechless?

“I have a confession.”

She bit the corner of her bottom lip, partly to verify she was awake.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the day we bumped into each other at the salon. When I realized you were the owner of Nibbles & Bites, I knew fate was on my side. I didn’t come here today by coincidence. I’ve been hanging out in this area every day since then hoping to accidentally bump into you.”

“Oh.” She gasped.

He chuckled. “Since I’m already in town for the afternoon, and since you already agreed to go on a date with me, maybe we could spend the afternoon together? Did you have plans?”

She shook her head. “I was going to enjoy every morsel of this cupcake, go home and change, and then find some way to work it off. Skating is obviously out,” she teased.

He cocked his head to one side. “Why’s that, Bunny?”

“Because I would never get enough exercise to work off this cupcake if I have to spend all my time waiting for you to get up off the sidewalk after you fall on your ass.”

He laughed so hard people were probably staring at them. Let them stare. She’d never had this much fun in her life, and this was before they were even officially on a date.

A permanent grin was splitting her face.

When he was done laughing, he reached across the table, dipped his finger into her frosting, and held it out to her lips. “See if you agree with my assessment, naughty girl.”

She eagerly leaned forward and sucked the frosting off his finger. She made sure to make the entire experience even more erotic than he had. If there were any kids around, hopefully they weren’t looking because this pseudo date was not PG.

Elizabeth held his gaze the entire time, loving when he adjusted his weight in his seat. When she finally released his finger with a pop, she licked her lips and said, “You’re right. From now on, I’d like to eat my frosting from your fingers.”