Keeping Kenzie - Pepper North Page 0,7

cooperate. “I hate these things,” he sighed and ripped the side open. Underwear and bras spilled out.

Embarrassed, Kenzie scooped them into the washer. Her fingers hit something more solid on her second handful. Setting the clothes back down, she sorted through that section and felt her face turn beet red. Her bright pink vibrator sat on the dryer in front of her. Immediately, she reached for it and dropped it down the neck of her borrowed T-shirt to hide it.

“I’m the one who rescued it from the drawer,” he pointed out with a smile.

“Lalalala! I refuse to think about that. Just forget it ever existed.”

“That’s not going to happen. Your reader was in the drawer with it. I grabbed it and the cord as well.”

Keeping her heated face averted as she alternated between searching for her reader and throwing clothes into the washer, Kenzie just wanted the ground to open up under her feet and swallow her up. She was so embarrassed! Would she ever be able to look at him again?”

“Baby girl,” Osiris said quietly as he captured her hands in his and pulled her close to him. “I know that you’re an adult. It is not shocking that you have toys. I’m going to try everything to convince you you’re my Little girl. When I do, you’ll hand over all your toys.”

“I will?” she asked, peeking up at him in surprise.

“You will because a Daddy is always in charge of his Little girl’s pleasure.”

“Always?” she squeaked.

“Always.”

To give herself time to think about that, Kenzie turned back to the laundry. Her reader and the charging cord were at the bottom. She rescued those and set them to the side. When she set a pair of sandals and tennis shoes from her closet with them, Osiris flipped them into the washer.

“Will they be okay?” she asked quickly. Kenzie wore flip-flops one of the residents from a nearby building had given her. Just having her own shoes seemed like an enormous gift.

“Definitely. I think you have everything,” Osiris observed, wadding up the empty bag. “Oops!” He pulled out one sock and tossed it into the washing machine.

“It all smells so smoky. Do you think it will come out?”

“I have the secret remedy for smoky clothes.” He opened the cabinet and pulled out a massive bottle of vodka.

“We take shots and lose our sense of smell?” she joked.

“No, Little girl.” He shook his head to reinforce the message as he opened the top and poured a liberal amount into the washer. The smoky smell was immediately replaced by the aroma of strong alcohol.

“I don’t think it will be better to smell like vodka,” Kenzie pointed out.

“It neutralizes the smell—both scents. Trust your Daddy,” he requested as he measured detergent for the load.

“Are you sure you want to be my Daddy?” she whispered.

“No doubts in my mind or heart.” Osiris pressed a kiss to her forehead and started the machine. “Grab Cupcake. I’ll clean your reader while you nap.”

With Cupcake pressed to her heart, Kenzie followed the large man down the hallway. Opposite an open doorway revealing a large master suite, Osiris twisted the doorknob to reveal a smaller guest room. Kenzie wandered in and looked around. Her eyes settled on the bed. It looked so comfortable. She lifted Cupcake to her mouth to cover her yawn.

“Time for a nap. Let me get something for you to wear.” Osiris walked into the other bedroom and returned with a T-shirt. “This will be big enough for a nightgown.”

Pulling her closer by the waistband, Osiris unfastened her jeans and caught the plummeting vibrator that fell from her shirt. After setting that on the dresser, he pushed her jeans down her legs. Kneeling in front of her, he instructed, “Brace yourself on my shoulder and lift one foot.”

“I can get undressed,” she told him before yawning and swaying a bit with exhaustion. She’d totally missed his vibrator rescue.

“I know you can, Baby girl, but I’m here to help.”

That made so much sense to her tired brain that she followed his directions. When her flip-flops were tucked under the dresser and her jeans folded on top, Kenzie’s last bit of energy evaporated. She closed her eyes and swayed.

“Into your nightgown, Baby girl,” he instructed, taking Cupcake from her hands and placing him on the bed. Osiris whisked her T-shirt over her head and dropped his large one over her head. When she’d successfully threaded her arms through the sleeves, he wrapped an arm around her to steady