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PRESTON

After wrapping up one of the worst days of my life, walking into that suite and seeing Otto standing there with aspirin in his hand almost made me cry.

“Hello, Mr. Sinclair.” He gazed up and down my body. “Can I take your coat?”

“Sure.” I turned and pushed it off my shoulders and into Otto’s awaiting arms. “Thank you.”

He just nodded. “There are snacks and fruit.” He held up the drink bottle. “Juice.”

I kicked off my shoes by the door and shook my head. “No, thanks. I just need a shower and to get into bed.”

Otto froze in place as if he wasn’t sure how he wanted to handle this. “How would you like me, sir?”

My head was cocked as I gave him a slow once-over. “Can you come into my room in thirty minutes? I’ll be ready for you then.”

“Of course.” He stepped away just long enough to put the drink back in the fridge. “Same rules apply?”

I swallowed hard as I stared into his eyes. “No rules apply, Otto. I think we’ve established that trust by now.”

The irises in his eyes disappeared as his pupils dilated. “I’ll see you in thirty.”

I peeled off my clothes and dropped them onto the bathroom floor. My skin prickled with anticipation for how the night was going to go. As always, I was aroused by the prospect of nursing. But now that I knew it was Otto giving me that gift, I was turned on at a whole new level. My desperate dick was impossible to ignore—standing proud and attention-seeking—but I let it be. My focus was on the warm body that was waiting for me to slide into my bed.

The water cascaded over me in a warm deluge as heat penetrated every pore and muscle. My hands roamed over my body, not in an erotic way but with the practicality of someone washing away the day.

It was like shedding an old skin and emerging new and ready for whatever—or rather whoever—came next.

Once I was clean and infinitely more relaxed, I stepped out of the shower with tendrils of water tracing paths down my legs and dripping onto the plush bath mat. A brief chill shimmied up my spine, but I didn’t worry about it. I was about to get warmed up in the most natural way possible.

Body heat and chest milk. Nothing could be better than that.

I padded across the cool hardwood floor of my bedroom, in the semi-darkness. The bathroom light was on, so a sliver of light escaped through the cracked door in case I needed to get up in the middle of the night. No clothes were needed on my body. Not anymore.

Kneeling over my bag, I pulled out a few things that might come in handy. I put the diaper on the nightstand and lube and condoms on the other nightstand. There were no requirements or expectations from Preston, but now that we didn’t have the restriction of darkness or silence, anything was possible.

My hands lingered over the crisp linen before pulling back the covers and climbing in. The sheets were cool against my still-warm skin, but I wouldn’t be cool for long. Daddy would be coming in any minute.

I reached over to the diaper and just slid my fingers across the cotton center. The soft crinkle of the material was oddly comforting. Next to the diaper, the lube and a condom were both innocuous yet full of promise. It was an offering to Otto that I hoped he took me up on.

I closed my eyes and waited for Otto.

A soft sigh escaped me as I considered how it would feel to drink from this man I’d previously only known as my driver in full light. Would he still respect me as a successful businessman by day after he’d witnessed all of my Little side?