Page 35 of Milk for His Daddy


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“Sassy. But that’s not it. I’m worried about dying.”

“That’s half the fun!”

“Dying?” he gasps.

“No, the not dying. The rush you get, it’s amazing.”

“We’ll see,” he repeats.

“Dinner is served,” Gabby announces.

Leo helps me wrap my scarf around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss.

“Normally I’m not one for the cold, but I thought we would go for a quick walk to get dessert.”

“I’ll keep you warm.” I put on my gloves and pull him close.

“Thanks, babe.”

I love the pet name.

The night is quiet but the street is surprisingly busy. When we get to the park, I can see a festival is going on. There are colorful lights everywhere, with decorated stalls and booths.

“Did you know about this?” I ask as I look around.

“I did. How about we grab some dessert and sit by one of those bonfires?”

“That sounds fun.”

“Anything that catches your eye, just let me know, but I’m for sure going to grab some spiced apple cider.”

“I like cider, but I prefer hot chocolate.”

“Then we’ll find you some.”

It doesn’t take long to find a booth that sells both, so we get our drinks and wander through the stalls. There are all kinds of interesting crafts and food on sale, and everything is so festive,it looks like the North Pole. Leo buys a few things and chats with the stall owners.

“I like to support small businesses even though I really don’t need any more soap.” He holds the bag from the last place up to my face. “But it smells so good, I couldn’t stop myself.”

“It does smell good. Like mint.”

“See anything you like?”

“Oh no, not really. I’m not into crafty things.” Hell, my apartment is empty because I can’t decide how to decorate.

“They make good gifts.”

“I suppose.” Maybe for my office staff. I grab a card from a stall that does custom work on mugs and water bottles. “This might work.”

“Let me know. Christmas is just around the corner,” the nice stall lady says.

“Will do. Thanks.” I nod, and we head to the next stall. Leo finishes his drink and throws it away. I already finished mine, so he grabs my hand.

He’s holding my hand in public.

I’ve never had a boyfriend do that. I always find jerks who don’t like to hold hands because it’s not manly enough.

I bet letting a smaller guy fuck me isn’t manly enough either, but I can’t wait to do it again.