Page 6 of Daddy on Tap

My eyes went wide at his suggestion. Problem solved.

I could order what I wanted and make him smile simultaneously. It was perfect. Then again, so much of what had happened since I met him was perfect, but also weird. I didn’t get this comfortable with people this quickly, and I sure didn’t call people Daddy before I even knew what state they lived in.

Jet lag was an easy scapegoat. So was the chocolate milk I had before bed or not sleeping well because of all the noise…or general travel anxiety or a thousand other reasons. But the truth was, it was all because of Adam. Why did I have to meet him here and not back home? If we’d met at Chained, we could explore something more than just a breakfast and my fantasy of skipping the entire day of the conference to ride him like a unicorn.

The saying was that whatever happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas. I could turn this chance meeting into a one-day bang fest, but when I came out the other side, I wouldn’t be okay. That wasn’t how I shared my body.

For me, it was always about more.

And gods help me, with Adam, I wanted more.

Chapter 6

Adam

I had no right to be thinking about what Riley should or shouldn’t be eating for breakfast, but it was important to me that he had a balanced meal, especially after his rough morning.

But the way his eyes lit up when I suggested ordering both the French toast and eggs, he looked like a Little on Christmas morning. That expression was only second to the way he squealed when the server finally put a plate of whipped cream and a speck of French toast down in front of him.

Riley clasped his hands together under his chin as he stared at it in awe. “That’s the most amazing breakfast I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“That’s because it’s dessert, sweetheart.” I chuckled. “May I make a Daddy suggestion to you?”

He perked right up, giving me his full attention as he stared into my eyes. “Of course. Anything.”

“Maybe take a few bites of your eggs first, before you dig into that mountain of sugar. That way you don’t fill up before you can get at least a tiny bit of nutrition in you.”

He tried to hold back a smile as he nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” He was teasing, but his smile only got bigger. “I guess you’re the health-conscious type of daddy.” He stabbed a mound of eggs and then shoved it in his mouth, holding my gaze.

“Are there other kinds of Daddies? I think we’re all pretty concerned about the health of our Littles.”

His smile dropped, and he looked down before scooping up another bite. “No, not all of them. My last Daddy never cared about what I ate or if I ate anything at all. He was just a playtime Daddy.”

My grin dropped too, and I raised an eyebrow. “Like coloring and playing with toys?”

“No. Just bedroom playtime.” He looked at me and shrugged. “That part was fun, but I wanted more and he…didn’t. But I didn’t realize how nice this could be.” He held up his forkful of eggs. “Maybe I’d like a Daddy who fed me.”

The innuendo wasn’t lost on me, but I didn’t outwardly react. I kept my eyes on him as he took the bite and went in for one more. I was fairly certain three was going to be his limit before he attacked the whipped cream. “This is nice, Riley. I’m enjoying myself very much.” I slid my foot under the table and tapped the side of his. “You absolutely deserve a Daddy who cares about everything you do. Your health and happiness should always be his number one priority.”

He put his fork down and stared at me across the table. I could see his eyes getting shiny, but no tears fell as he considered my words. “I don’t know if I deserve it, but I would like that kind of Daddy. I just don’t know where I could find someone like that.”He bit his lower lip, and dammit, a single tear trailed down his cheek.

That was not how I wanted our breakfast to go. The whole point was to brighten his day and set him off to work in a good mood. All I was doing was making him sad. “None of that.” I held out my hand and waited for him to drop his palm against mine. I pulled it up and brushed a kiss across his knuckles. “We’re here to have a happy breakfast. You’ve done such a good job with your eggs, and I’m very proud of you. Thank you for making a healthy choice. I think you’ve earned some of that delicious French toast.”

Riley half smiled for a second before the other side of his lips caught up. “What about you? You’ve barely touched your oatmeal.”

Touché. I’d been so focused on him that I hadn’t paid any attention to my own food. I dumped the bowl of blueberries into the plain oatmeal and grabbed my spoon. “You’re absolutely right. I’ll eat my fruit if you eat yours.”

Riley was happy again as he cut into his French toast around a slice of strawberry. “Okay, but I think mine’s gonna taste a whole lot better than yours.” He loaded up his fork, and we both took bites.

He wasn’t wrong about the taste. I felt self-conscious adding sugar to mine after teasing Riley about all of his sugary goodness. So, although my boring oatmeal and blueberries wasn’t the most delicious way to start the day, it wasn’t bad. “Mine’s…okay.”

Riley giggled and dug in for another bite. “Just admit it. Yours tastes like cardboard, and mine’s the most scrumptious cinnamony goodness that has ever existed.”

I pretended to sigh dramatically as I relented. “Well, I can’t beat that, so yes, you definitely win the breakfast-ordering challenge. By a landslide.”

Riley’s gaze softened as he looked at me. And when I expected him to go in for another bite, he put his empty fork in his mouth to clean it off and then went back to finish his eggs. “I’m definitely winning at lots of things today. And breakfast with a nice Daddy is at the top of the list.”

For the next twenty minutes, we chatted about the meetings we were both attending while we finished eating. Before long, I had to get ready for my next presentation and Riley had to join a panel he was volun-told to participate in by his boss.

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