Page 9 of Night Latch

The solid presence beside me in my king-sized bed was something I thought about experiencing even with the lights on.

His breathing was slow and even as he slept beside me. For a moment, I lay still and soaked in the closeness. The intimacy I had with this stranger was deeper than what I’d had with Sal, which made every moment so much sweeter.

Cuddling was my love language, and this man was fluent. But no matter how much I wanted to stay wrapped in that cocoon with him, my body wouldn’t let me just lie there. I had to get up or risk having an accident.

The room was silent except for his soft breaths as I silently peeled myself away from the man and rolled out of bed.

No light came into the room at all, but I stumbled to the bathroom and softly closed the door behind me before flipping on the light switch. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust before I went to the toilet to relieve myself. After taking care of business, I left my damp briefs on the floor then headed back to bed.

When I slipped between the sheets on my side of the bed, it was obvious that he was gone. My nurse had slipped out while I was in the bathroom and left me on my own. A glance at the clock revealed it was five thirty and the sun would come up soon anyway. Totally bare, I scooted over to his side and absorbed the last remnants of his body heat and the hints of his cologne.

He was gone because I got up. He might still be holding me against his firm body if I hadn’t needed to pee. There was an easy solution that would eliminate my need to get up again, but he might not be comfortable with it.

Then again, I was paying the man to let me come on his leg and suckle to sleep every night, so wearing a diaper would probably not be that far of a stretch. I reached for my phone and pulled up the payment app I used for the nurse and sent him a bonus.

That should help ease any discomfort he might feel the next night.

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OTTO

Leaving Preston early was difficult. I usually waited until the last minute before slipping out of his bed, but when he got up to use the bathroom, I knew I had to take the opportunity to sneak out. And the moment I was in his hallway, I missed the smell of his shampoo against my face and his soft lips on my skin.

And after getting him to work and going to sleep for several hours, I baked a lasagna just for something to do. Mr. Sinclair had to stay late for a board meeting, so I didn’t get him back home until almost eight and barely had time to eat at home and shower before I was due back in his bed.

Not that I was complaining. I was beginning to love my sessions with Preston as much as he seemed to. And every time he fucked my leg and came against me, I wanted to do the same.

So far, I’d been able to stop myself, but I wasn’t sure how much longer that would continue.

When I slipped into Preston’s bed the next night, I was determined to keep my shit together. I would give him what he needed and allow him to use me in any way he wanted, but Iwould control myself better. I had to. I wasn’t hired to sexually harass the man.

His smooth body immediately scooted closer, and I almost sighed in happiness. I wanted to say how much I appreciated being with him and how nice he felt against me, but I kept my mouth shut and just enjoyed his touch in silence.

One arm slipped between the gap in his neck and shoulder to cradle him to me and the other slid from his side to his back, holding him in place.

“Yes, Daddy.” His words were soft and almost inaudible before his mouth latched onto my nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth.

Fuck! Hearing him say that word did something to me. As much as I wanted to hold back, it was too easy to imagine being with him in the light of day. Supporting and nurturing him in the way he needed without fear of disclosing my true identity.

But I didn’t expect that to ever happen. It just wasn’t what he wanted.

Having Preston mold his body against me had become our preferred position as he swallowed heavy mouthfuls. This intimate act represented more than just a business transaction for me. It was a precious moment of being able to take care of and provide for a man who controlled so much of his world but was completely vulnerable in my arms.

As Preston drank, his hands explored my body, gliding over my abs and side and then moving to my back in a soothing caress. His hips began to rock against me as he chased the release he needed. But the pressure against my thigh didn’t feel the same.

I dragged my fingernails down his spine until I felt the edge of his underwear. But he wasn’t wearing underwear. As soon as my fingers slipped under the waistband, I knew my efforts to maintain control were in vain because Preston fucking Sinclair was wearing a diaper.

“Fuck, baby.” I couldn’t keep the whispered words inside me as I thrust my hips forward until my cotton-covered dick was humping his bulky covering.

Preston rutted against me faster as he doubled the suction on my sensitive skin. He whimpered and whined until he came with almost violent convulsions against me.

My own desire was stoked by the sounds of his climax, and I clung to him as I also released in a climax just after his that left us both breathless.

Preston was panting against my chest as his hand moved to my cock. He traced the wet spot I created in my shorts. One of his fingers coasted down to my balls and then pressed a kiss to the center of my chest, right between my pecs. “Thank you.”

It was so hard to keep my mouth shut and not thank him for allowing me the pleasure of being in his bed at night. But this time, I managed to hold my tongue and settle for rubbing circles in his back until he fell asleep.

As he slipped away into unconsciousness, I sank into the pillow with a blissful haze enveloping me. Cool cream dried on the inside of my underwear, and I knew Preston was probably uncomfortable with his sticky diaper, but neither of us considered getting out of bed to clean up. I’d rather wear the tangible reminder of our forbidden moment than to hide it away as if it had never happened.

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