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Oh, fuck.
Like my brain is on autopilot, I rush out, “Yes, Mommy.” Then I’m eating before my dumbass can say anything else that makes me want to jump on top of her table and rub my cunt up and down her face.
I can’t have a Mommy and a milking kink…
We eat in relative silence, well, besides Tatum’s moans and groans of enjoyment from my food. “Lylah, that was seriously so good.” She’s sitting back in her chair and working from her phone now.
The longer we sit here, the more antsy I’m becoming. Not to mention, I sent her a videorequest when I got back in my car from grocery shopping. Well, technically, not a video request, it was more so a question that I’m hoping she says yes to, then she promptly uses me for the recording of said video. It could be a great ice-breaker since she thinks I have no clue what she does for work.
I couldn’t help myself; she’s right there at the tip of my fingertips, close enough to touch, but the need for her in every capacity is all-consuming. A sick part of me wants her subscribers to know about me. Not that we’re a thing, because of the wholeshe’s my boss and I’m paid to care for her child… but I’m nothing if not a jealous bitch.
Instead of letting my mind wander any more, I stand, grabbing her plate while she types away on her phone, but as I turn around, she grabs my wrist, murmuring, “Here, let me. That’s the least I can do.”
“No, I’ve got it. Work, please. This is my job, especially since Josie isn’t here.” I give her a reassuring smile that she seems to take without complaint.
I’m lost in washing the dishes when I hear the faint noise of a scooting chair over the running water.
Loud enough that I can hear her, she asks, “Hey, Bubbles… can you come and help me with something in my room?” The sly smile I spot right before she disappears down the hallway should scare the shit out of me, but all it does is send a sick joy pulsing through my body.
In the next second, I’m wiping off my hands and sprinting to the bedroom.
FOURTEEN
CAUGHT IN 4K
TATUM
I hear her feet pad down the hall, each footstep seeming more eager than the first.
I don’t know what possessed me to invite her in now— to tell her all my secrets— but I hurry to do so before I lose my wits.
Lylah stands in the doorframe, gazing at where I sit on the bed, unsure of me, or maybe the situation in itself.
“Come in.” My hand pats the bed next to me, where she easily climbs on top of the plush surface, sinking in slightly.
“I wanted to talk to you…about what I do.”
“Oh…” She looks away.
“I know you know, Bubbles. It’s okay.”
Her cheeks go red, even through the full-coverage foundation she wears. The beautiful blush creeps down her cheeks and spreads to her neck. It’s sinful the way I stare at her.
“I’m in the sex work industry. I’m not ashamed of it. It’s yet another reason why I’m so picky about who cares for Josie. We need someone who’s comfortable with every part of our life, and who values our privacy. I think that’s you, isn’t it?”
“Of course. I would never do anything to put Josie in harm's way, or you, for that matter.” She adds that last part quickly, and I’ll be damned if I don’t find the nervous, mumbling girl to be the cutest version of herself.
“I don’t know how to ask this, and you’re more than welcome to say no?—”
“Yes,” Lylah cuts off my words.
“I didn’t even ask the question yet, babe.” Her excitement makes me laugh, her face completely serious. There’s nothing but determination in her gaze while I brush a dark strand of her hair behind her ear.
“You don’t need to. You said it yourself; I already know what you do, so you should know that I’m the one who sent the request.” Herhonesty shocks the hell out of me, and now I don’t know which one of us here has been gathering their nerves all day.
“I still want to formally ask you.” I pause, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Lylah, would you like to film with me?”
“Again, yes.” She rolls her eyes, but her smile extends from ear to ear. I know I shouldn’t involve romance, shouldn’t let any of the feelings that are forming come out, but I can’t help it. I can’t help it when my lips crash into hers, or when our tongues begin sliding together inside of her mouth.
