Page 19 of Milk For The Billionaire's Little

The driver slowed to a smooth stop and turned slightly. “We’ve arrived, sir.”

I hesitated, then looked over at Kennan. He was already watching me.

“Do you want to come up?” I asked quietly before I lost all nerve.

There was a pause, maybe a second where I wondered if I’d misread it all and he was going to turn me down. Instead, he nodded. “I’d like that.”

After giving his driver instructions, we stepped out together, and I led the way inside, punching in the code for the door and glancing over my shoulder at him.

We climbed the stairs to my apartment. When I unlocked the door and pushed it open, I suddenly felt self-conscious about where I lived.

“Come in,” I said softly.

I hung up our jackets and turned back to him, suddenly unsure of what to do with my hands, my body. But he closed the distance before I could spiral, resting his palms on my waist and tipping his forehead to mine.

“I meant it,” he whispered.

“Meant what?”

“When I said I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing you.”

My breath caught. “Then maybe you should do something about it.”

He did.

It only took a second for his mouth to crash into mine, and my hands to find his shirt, tugging him closer. I tasted the wine we’d shared at the ball, the sweet cream from the desserts. The low sound he made when my lips parted under mine took all of my nerves away. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

Kennan’s hands slid up my back, his body guiding me backward toward my bedroom. He broke the kiss.

“Do you want this?” he asked, consent never sounding so fucking hot.

“Yes,” I said. “So badly. Please, Daddy.”

“That’s my sweet boy.” He said the exact words I needed to hear.

“Not here. Bedroom.” I grabbed his hand and led him the short distance.

He kissed me again, less tentative than before, deepening it with each brush of his lips. I melted into him, pulling at the hem of his shirt and then attacking the buttons. There was nothing smooth about my movements. If anything, I was a fumbling mess, but soon enough his shirt was open. I pushed it over his shoulders.

“I’ve got this.” He gently moved my hands, and for a second it felt like rejection, but then I saw what he was doing. He had both an undershirt and chest pads he needed to remove. Next time, I’d ask him to show me how, let me take care of him the way I knew he was going to take care of me. But for now, I watched and learned… fine, and drooled a little.

Once he was rid of his clothes, I slid my fingers over the smooth planes of his chest, careful to avoid the nipples until he gave me permission, down the muscles of his abdomen, as his hands found my waist and then my belt.

“Your turn.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek and asked, “Can I?”

“Please.”

I kicked off my shoes and let him undress me piece by piece, his hands moving with such care. I stood there, naked in front of him for the first time. Normally, I got nervous being so exposed like this, but the way he looked at me left no room to question how much he loved what he saw. There was no reason to be shy. He wanted me exactly how I was.

Daddy lifted me up and onto the bed and climbed in beside me. I pulled him in for a searing kiss, unable to wait a second longer. I wanted this man, to taste him, feel him, have him inside of me.

His mouth moved from my lips, slowly exploring my body.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, tracing a path across my stomach with his mouth. I reached for him, fingers curling into his hair as he moved back up to kiss me again, and when I hooked my leg around his, he groaned.

Feeling bold, I reached between us, jerking his cock, loving the feel of his girth in my hand and hoping for more.

“Lube? Condoms?” he asked.

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