Page 19 of Slippery When Wet

Ellery’s stomach rumbled and he slapped a hand over his eyes. “Sorry. All I’ve had today is coffee and my sweet tooth is legendary. Those desserts sound amazing.”

He removed his hand and was met with Calvin’s stern expression. Ellery gulped. Had he said something wrong?

“That’s not acceptable.” Calvin shook his head. “From now on, you need to have at least something small for breakfast. We’ll figure out together what works for you. Then you need to promise me you’ll follow through, all right?”

“Oh.” Ellery shifted in his seat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was a problem, I’ve always done that. But I’ll do it now, I promise.”

Calvin stroked his cheek. “That’s okay, baby. That’s what I’m here for. Let me ask you something. Are you typically overly hungry by lunchtime, and is your energy low until you get something to eat?”

Ellery grunted. “Oh yeah. If we got a rush at the shop and I couldn’t take lunch right away, I was ready to kill people.”

Calvin covered his mouth as if hiding a laugh. After a few beats, he responded. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Calvin took Ellery’s container and snapped off the clear plastic top. “We’d better get you fed.” Calvin set the top on the floor then plucked a cloth napkin from a paper shopping bag and laid it across Ellery’s lap. Calvin glanced up at him. “I won’t put you in the position of being caught playing in public, so I’m saving your bib and other things for when we’re alone.”

Ellery’s heart thudded. Would some of those things be diapers? Would he totally wimp out and refuse to use them? Calvin hadn’t pressed him on the subject at all. When they’d discussed age play during the week, it had been more along the lines of whether Ellery had any other questions and the types of toys or activities he’d enjoyed the most when he was a kid.

“Thank you. You’re right, I’m probably not ready for that yet.”

Calvin took a dinner knife that had been rolled up in one of the napkins and started cutting Ellery’s croissant in half. “And you might never be. That’s completely fine. Most age play lovers don’t share that part of their lives publicly. When you go to BDSM clubs, do you wear your fetish gear on the subway?”

Ellery choke-snorted. “Hardly. I’m never in the mood to get my ass kicked.”

Calvin peered up at him as he finished his task. “Language.”

Ellery pressed his lips together.Oops. “Sorry, Daddy.” He wasn’t above kissing up when he needed to.

Calvin smirked as he set the used knife in the plastic container top on the floor. “Good boy.”

He straightened and spread his own napkin across his thighs. Ellery knew from personal experience how firm and muscular those thighs were. Sitting in his Daddy’s lap had been a revelation. Calvin had confessed to Ellery during the week that he’d be forty-six in August, because he wanted to make sure Ellery wasn’t put off by their age difference. Ellery had reassured him that if anything, it was the exact opposite.

Calvin arched his eyebrows. “Cranberry juice or milk? I have small containers of both.”

“Can I have the juice, please? I really only like milk with sweets, like cookies or pancakes.”

“There are cookies with your lunch.”

Ellery glanced down at the two measly treats—which was very ungrateful of him. He’d been thinking more along the lines of several, regular sized cookies or a big stack of fluffy buttermilk pancakes.

“True…”

Calvin laughed. “I’m teasing you. You can have the juice. We can always save the milk for a much bigger portion of sweets. Those two tiny cookies are hardly worth the trouble, wouldn’t you agree?”

Ellery grinned. “I agree.”

His Daddy was the best.

Daddy reached into the fridge again and pulled out a small bottle of juice. A jolt of disappointment shot through Ellery when he realized he wouldn’t be using a sippy cup.

Calvin tilted his head as he handed Ellery the juice. “If you’re not in the mood for cranberry, I also have a bottle of orange.”

Ellery had to admit to himself that he loved how Calvin paid such close attention to him, that Calvin could already tell when he was bothered by something.

“The cranberry’s fine.”

Calvin lifted one eyebrow. “But…?”

Ellery squirmed. “I don’t know why, but for some reason I assumed you’d be giving me the juice in a sippy cup.” He covered his eyes with one hand before letting it fall in his lap. “But that’s okay.”

The corners of Calvin’s mouth tugged into a smile. “Would you rather use the cup instead? I did bring one in my bag of tricks.” He jerked his chin toward the shopping bag. “But as I said, if you’re worried my driver or someone else might see you with it, we can wait until we get to the house.”

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