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LINCOLN

Damn, he tasted good.

I purred like a kitten as I drank from this gorgeous stranger. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was full. Milk flowed into my mouth as if I were drinking from a straw. Sweet and warm and more delicious than I remembered from the one time I had tasted it before.

It was nothing like the milk I bought in the store. It was both light and filling at the same time.

I'd always had an oral fixation, and my thumb or a pacifier was usually enough to fill that need. But having warm skin in my mouth was way better than either of those. I could drink from Enzo’s chest all night…and I wanted to. But as he cradled me to his body and filled my tummy with his warm milk, I finally gave in to my exhaustion.

Minutes or seconds later—I had no idea which—I fell asleep without a care in the world. I was warm and safe and sated.

* * *

When I was roused later, my lips were still loosely pressed to Enzo’s skin as he brushed his thumb along my cheek. “The power’s coming back on.”

“Hmm?” I pulled away and sat up, making the pressure in my bladder known. “We’re moving again?”

“In a few minutes.” Enzo buttoned his shirt and relaxed against the wall. “I just got a text that they have to run a few tests first and we should be on the ground in about ten.”

“Oh.” I looked around and noticed my water bottle, wondering if it was still full of milk. Unless Enzo drank it himself, it had to be. “How long was I asleep for?” I reached for my phone, but it was dead.

“Almost two hours. They were able to fix things faster than expected.” He put his hand on my ankle and held it there. “I’m glad you got some sleep. You needed it.”

I stretched my arms wide and arched my back through a yawn. “I really did.” My hand instantly went to my tummy, and I grinned. “And thank you for sharing. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep at all without your help.”

Enzo nodded toward my Yeti. “Do you want to take that or would you prefer I replace it with a new one?”

My jaw dropped at the suggestion, and I grabbed my bottle before he could get near it. “I’m taking this with me. It’ll be my bedtime snack tonight.” I curled it to my chest, making sure he knew how much I cherished the contents inside. “I’ll probably finish it off the second I get into my jammies.”

He grinned and brushed a strand of hair off my forehead. “I bet you look adorable in your jammies.”

I could feel a flush in my already-warm cheeks. “I think so, but I don’t know if you’d think so.”

“I think I would.” Enzo dropped his hand and leaned forward with his elbows over his crossed legs. “Can I ask you a question, Lincoln?”

As if he needed permission for that. “What is it?”

“You said you met someone like me at a club. Which club was it?”

I grinned, wondering what he’d think about my response. “Club Primal. Have you heard of it?”

“I have. I’ve been there a few times.” He nodded and took a shuddering breath. “I’ve mostly visited the nursery on Daddy/Little nights.”

“You’re…” I didn’t know how to respond to that. “Um, are you a Daddy or a Little?”

He chuckled and squeezed my ankle again. “If you have to ask, I haven’t done a very good job tonight, but when I’ve gone to the adoption nights, it was to meet a Little. Someone who likes milk and jammies.”

A smile blossomed across my face when I realized he might be talking about me. “So, um, did you meet someone or are you still looking?”

“I did meet someone.” Enzo stayed completely stoic. “But not at the club. It was a few hours ago in an elevator.”

“Oh.” My face flushed again. “Cool.”

Before Enzo could respond to that, the lights blinked, and the familiar whirr of the electronics panel sounded. “Looks like it’s time to go home.” He hopped up to his feet and then held out his hand to pull me to mine. “And not a minute too soon cause I’ve gotta piss like a racehorse.”

I giggled and lifted my bag to my shoulder. “Me too. And now that you’ve reminded me, I really have to go.” I bounced from foot to foot, more anxious than ever to get out.

Then the doors opened and we were in the garage, ready to part ways. I stepped out with Enzo right behind me.

“Well, thanks again.” I turned to him, unsure how to ask for what I wanted next.

Luckily, he knew. “Can I get your number, Lincoln? Maybe we can have dinner sometime.”