Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
That had him trying not to giggle as he turned and hid his face against my chest. “I think you’re silly.”
Keeping my tone singsongy and light, I bounced my fingers along his ribs without actually tickling him since I didn’t know his opinion on that yet. “That’s not an answer.”
Giggling still wasn’t an answer, but he distracted me quickly from the tickling by inhaling deeply and snuggling closer. “You smell good, Daddy.”
Oh.
Okay.
Keeping my internal pep talk quiet and quick, I barely let out a breath before I responded. “It’s my milk. I’m glad you like the smell.”
“It’s like…” He nuzzled closer, rubbing his nose against me and inhaling deeply. “It’s like one of those expensive candles. Not the cheapy ones. I don’t like those.”
Something about the way he said it said he didn’t buy the expensive candles very often, but it wasn’t the time to talk about finances.
“I’m glad.” Because I’d never had a date sniff me before.
If anyone else had noticed, they’d ignored it, but if I was being honest, that might’ve been because I was careful to keep that physical issue as separate as I could from anything sexual. The letdown response was hard enough to manage but I’d always thought of it in terms of something that needed to be handled.
Milo was making me rethink a lot of things.
He was also giving me a lot to focus on, like his obvious erection as he snuggled against me and the happy sounds he was making as he wiggled over mine. “Happy smells.”
Oh yes.
“Let’s see if this makes the happy smells stronger.” Keeping it in terms of what would make him happy gave me some mental distance as I unbuttoned my shirt to give him better access. “I think you’ll like it better this way.”
Yes, making Milo happy and relaxed was my only goal.
Well, and not looking like a panicked rabbit, because he’d get worried…and I did not want that to be his memory of our first intimate time together or what he told Dally’s family.
“Oh.” Milo made a pleased sound and gave me a happy dance kind of wiggle as he finally nuzzled against the bare skin over my collarbone. Following the scent he was drawn to like a puppy, his face scrunched up as he ran into the band around my chest. “What’s that?”
Opening his eyes, he pulled back just enough to poke at the elastic material that was wrapped around my chest. “That keeps your shirt clean?”
That was one way to look at it.
“Yes, it’s one of the newest protective undershirts on the market.” I was a silent investor in the company, so I had an inside scoop on it. “The fabric fits around someone almost like the wraps people use for a sprained ankle. But it’s one hundred times more absorbent and is thin enough to fit smoothly under regular clothes.”
The company was in the process of exploring other uses for it, but I was impressed by how it worked for my issues.
“That’s nice, Daddy.” Milo seemed pleased that I’d found something that worked but he was more focused on getting it off than how it functioned. “It’s stuck.”
Chuckling at his frustrated expression, I reached under my arm and pulled at the hook and loop tape that was going to revolutionize the market too. “Here you go.”
My investment had long since paid off personally since I didn’t have to worry about bulky undershirts or those terrible disposable breast pads that were still only marketed toward women, but I was looking forward to the additional financial benefits that were just around the corner.
“Yay.” Tugging at the fabric, Milo gave another excited wiggle as my nipples came into view. “Can I touch them, Daddy?”
It would’ve been easier if he had slightly less manners. “Yes, baby.”
I was proud of myself for sounding relaxed and confident for about ten seconds…then his finger flicked over my nipple and my brain turned off completely. My chest felt fuller as the spark of desire he sent through me finally hit, but it was probably my eyes rolling back in my head that got a giggle from him.
For just a split second, though…then I moaned.
“Oh.” He sucked in a shocked breath as milk started leaking out. “Oops. I broke it.”
That wasn’t how I’d have explained what happened but he knew how to fix it because he immediately cuddled tighter and his lips wrapped around my nipple as he giggled. It took him a few tries to figure out how to make it work, but once he had the latch right, he let out a happy squeal.
It seemed someone was very proud of himself for fixing the problem he’d created.
The whole situation was so distracting, I misplaced my worries for longer than I’d thought possible. I pushed back the first trickle of reality as it started inching forward, and it got easier as he relaxed and made soft pleased sounds as he drank down my milk.