Page 5 of Night Latch

“No, thank you. I’ll be leaving for work soon.” As I dug into my omelet, I sent a text to Otto. The poor kid probably thought he was gonna be fired after yesterday, so I wanted to make sure he knew I was still expecting him.I’ll be ready to leave in 15 minutes.

His response was instant, as if he already had his phone in his hand.I’ll be there, Mr. Sinclair.

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OTTO

Mr. Sinclair’s bed was comfortable but having him pressed tightly against my body was even better. I didn’t want to leave him, but I needed to make my escape before the sun started to rise. I couldn’t risk him seeing me.

After slowly extracting myself from his grip, I got dressed and let myself out before anyone noticed me.

The evidence of our night still lingered on my skin, and I wanted to leave it there. The mixture of sweat and saliva and the milk that had flowed from me to him throughout the night was enough to keep me hard even as I jogged down the street to my car. Remembering every time Preston’s lips clutched my skin and then pulled my milk into his mouth made me wish he was sucking a different part of me down his throat.

His lips had been gentle on my nipples, but his need was undeniable. Every pull sent waves of relief and arousal through my body as I imagined what the scene was like in my head. Of course, Mr. Sinclair was completely unaware that it was me, the new driver he low-key hated, who was in his bed. That secret wasalready filling me with anxiety, and I wondered if he would have any way of knowing it was me when I saw him next.

I’d gotten enough sleep that instead of going home and trying to catch an hour or two of sleep, I went to an all-night diner, had breakfast, and then obsessed over my situation.

When I was about to burst from finishing a tall stack of pancakes, Mr. Sinclair sent me a text to say he would be ready soon. At least I wasn’t fired. Yet.

I left some cash on the table and jogged to my car so I could get back to Mr. Sinclair’s. As soon as I was there, I parked my car and went into the garage to get the keys to his SUV. He had a fleet of cars, and as I pulled the vehicle around and waited outside his front door, I wondered if he ever drove them. I couldn’t see the slim man ever driving himself anywhere. He was too powerful.

Preston Sinclair was a man people tended to. Just as I’d tended to him last night. Though I didn’t think anyone in the world would believe that the rich and successful CEO by day liked to suckle to sleep at night.

A few moments after I stepped out of the car, Mr. Sinclair emerged from his house. A golden glow seemed to surround him like an aura as he looked up at me and waved. What the fuck? His usually stern features had been softened overnight, and there was a spring in his step that hadn't been there yesterday. “Good morning, Otto.” He nodded as I opened the door for him. “Looks like it’s gonna be a beautiful day.”

“Good morning, Mr. Sinclair. Yes, it’s unusually sunny, it seems.” I wasn’t just referring to the weather. Even with just a quick glance, I could tell that the shadows under his eyes hadbeen erased. Did a good night’s sleep actually have that kind of healing power?

As he settled into the back seat, I ran around the car and climbed into the driver’s seat. The atmosphere was different from our previous rides. Instead of scowling at his phone like it had personally offended him, Preston looked out the window and smiled at a chipmunk that scurried up a tree.

Unsure if I should try to engage him in conversation, I pulled out of his driveway and just watched him through the rearview mirror. He hummed a tune and tapped the beat with his fingers like he didn’t have a care in the world. Did I do that? Was I responsible for the one-hundred-and-eighty-degree change in his demeanor? A smile tugged at my lips as a burst of pride filled me. Maybe I could make a meaningful contribution to the world.

As I navigated down the road toward his office, Preston did something I never expected. He offered me a compliment that was completely unsolicited.

"You handle this beast like a NASCAR driver, Otto. Not everyone can skirt this mountain so smoothly. Great job."

It took me a second to gather myself before I cleared the shock out of my throat. "Thank you, sir." My hands tightened on the wheel as my nerves knotted in my gut. “You seem to be feeling good today.”

“I am.” He inhaled a slow, deep breath and then blew it out. “I slept better than I have in…a long time. I feel like a new man.”

When we arrived at his office, Preston stepped out with a renewed vigor and looked out at the mountain range as if he were appreciating its beauty for the very first time. “Have a great day, Otto. I’ll text when I’m ready to be picked up.”

My lungs didn’t move at all as I watched him disappear into his building. Somehow, he hadn't recognized me or sensed that I was not only his driver but the man who'd cradled him to my chest throughout the night.

Finally ready for a nap, I headed home and got cleaned up. I had plenty of errands to run but the exhaustion of staying up late and waking early was starting to creep up on me. After a quick shower and an orgasm that almost brought me to my knees, I dried off and slipped into my bed without a stitch of clothing on. I preferred to sleep nude, but I wouldn’t be doing that while I was spending my nights in Mr. Sinclair’s bed.

As I drifted off to sleep with my phone beside my head and the ringer all the way up so I wouldn’t miss a message, I imagined feeding Preston my milk with the lights on and him fully aware of who I was…

I woke up just after twelve and made a breakfast burrito and then headed out to run some errands. If I was going to be playing wet nurse for more than a few days, I needed to get some dry-wear clothing with absorbent chest pads to capture any leakage. When I didn’t pump or nurse, I rarely leaked. But once I started that flow on a regular basis, my body was quick to produce way more than I needed, which meant I had to stay ahead of embarrassing wet spots and would probably need to start pumping on days I wasn’t with Mr. Sinclair.

Although, if he always reacted that well to a belly full of milk, I couldn’t imagine him ever wanting to stop.

Unless, of course, he discovered it was me on the other side of his bed. Someone in his life and connected to him publicly in a way that could destroy his reputation. Not that I would ever do anything like that.

As the afternoon waned, I knew Mr. Sinclair would be ready soon, so I grabbed a new police thriller I’d been meaning to read and headed to his office. I preferred to be in the lot a good hour before I thought he would need me, just in case he decided to leave early.

I’d only gotten to page three of my book when I got the text from Preston.I’m ready to go at any time. No rush if you’re not here yet. Just text when you arrive and I’ll come down.

Once again, I was speechless. Preston Sinclair did not wait for his staff to be ready for him. Maybe he was actually allergic to my milk and having some kind of reaction to it. I wasn’t complaining, but I was definitely…surprised.I’m in the parking structure now. I’ll pull to the front and wait. Take your time.

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