Page 10 of Daddy on Tap

I ducked inside the bathroom and threw them on. I still looked very Little because my shirt was filled with a kawaii print that always made me smile and the pants were the same fuzzy material as my footie jammies, just minus the feet.

When I came back out, Adam was standing there holding my bottle. “Do you have a bottle brush?”

I shook my head. “I was planning to go out and get some dish soap and a bottle brush, but I took a nap instead. I accidentally fell asleep with my chocolate milk last night and it got yucky.”

He furrowed his brow. “Do you always have chocolate milk before bed?”

I shook my head fast. “No, Daddy. I usually have whole milk, but they didn’t have whole milk in the store downstairs.”

“I see.” He glanced at it again and cringed. “You aren’t planning on using this tonight, are you? Do you have another?”

I shook my head again and sighed. “I only brought one, but I don’t have anything to drink out of it anyway.” I’d missed all my errands, but the nap was worth it.

His shoulders relaxed, and he took a step closer to me. “Do you always sleep with a bottle?”

“Oh yes, Daddy.” I didn’t know why I felt so safe admitting all this to him. He wasn’t interrogating me like he was disappointed, so maybe that was why. At no point did I feel judged by him for anything—other than my lack of protein, and that was fair. A decision to eat French toast with all the strawberries and not adding anything to it wasn’t a good one, even if I tried to convince myself that the egg mixture they dipped the bread in was enough. It wasn’t.

His gaze locked with mine. “I can go out and get you some milk and a new bottle if you want.”

I swallowed as I shook my head slightly. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Then I don’t have to.” He set it back down by the little sink. “Come, let’s have dinner.”

When I asked for mac and cheese, I meant the kind in a box, and he brought that. But he also brought some real fancy mac and cheese with I don’t know how many different cheeses in it and a serving of lobster mac and cheese. Who knew there was an actual mac-and-cheese restaurant here? It cracked me up that they actually had the box kind, but then again, there had to be others like me who preferred it.

He also brought salads because, as he said, everybody needs their vegetables. And then, “If you’re really good and you eat all your salad, I brought cupcakes.”

He saw my weakness. I’d do just about anything for a cupcake, especially one that had frosting decorated like a dog. It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. I was soooo eating all my salad.

We ended up watching a random movie on the television. Although, watching was a bit of an overstatement because we only half paid attention to it.

The two of us ate, chatted, watched the movie, and then I snuggled against him as we continued to watch as a second movie began. As the credits rolled for that one, he kissed the top of my head and said it was time for bed and that he’d be going.

“Wait.” I grabbed his hand so he couldn’t stand all the way up. “Are you leaving because you want to leave, or are you leaving because you think I need to sleep? What I mean is…why are you leaving?”

“Because, sweet boy, I don’t want to pressure you.”For sexwas the unspoken ending to that sentence. Did he not see me squirming or notice the slight tenting of my pajama pants? There was no pressure needed. I wanted him naked with his hands on me…and mouth…and any body part he saw fit.

“The only pressure I feel is in my underwear. Please stay. I want you, and I know it’s not forever, and what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but I want you, Adam.” I was talking a mile a minute, but I wanted to get it all out and was afraid that if I slowed down, I’d lose my courage.

He smiled down at me, still half standing. “My brave boy, telling Daddy exactly what he needs. How could I turn that down?”

“I don’t know.” I looked up at him. “But I really hope you don’t.”

Chapter 10

Adam

Deep inside, I knew I should slow things down. Riley was just horny… And so was I. But the connection I felt to him was real. It wasn’t just lust. I’d spent hours with him earlier in the day and several more in the evening and knew with certainty that he wouldn’t ask for sex if he didn’t want it.

More importantly, if he didn’t need it.

“When was the last time you were with someone?” I rolled over so my body hovered over Riley then gently lowered myself so just the slightest amount of pressure had him pinned to the bed. I pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and held there for a moment before looking at him again.

“Because it’s been almost two years for me.”

“About eight months for me. That’s when my last Daddy moved, and I haven’t had sex with anyone since then.”

“Thank you for being honest.” Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his again, slightly opening them and poking out my tongue to tease across his bottom lip.

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