13. Ricky

Over the next few weeks, things were great.

Chad was able to transfer all his in-person clients to his colleagues from the local branch of The Lactin Brotherhood, and the babies were finally being discharged from the hospital. A nice family was eager to adopt them, and we were both happy to know they would be loved and well taken care of.

Things for me had been a little crazy at work. While Chad was able to adjust his schedule to work for the needs and timing requirements of our new relationship, I didn't have that same luxury. I still had to go into an office every day and deal with complicated clients and an even more complicated team of drama seekers.

At least, the project with the medspa had been wrapped up. And since I was able to help recover over two million dollars from the ring of managers who had been embezzling from the company, I got a 5% bonus. And after discussing the best way to spend it with Chad, I decided to put all that money straight into the bank.

But the real fun I had was when I got to help Chad with his business.

He let me take over the bookkeeping and billing because those were the least fun parts of the job for him. Fortunately, they were the most fun parts for me. I was able to not only find some new contracts for him through my own client contacts, but he'd also been approved as a vendor to several organizations within our county to provide milk to women with babies and children.

On the days I got to go with him to make those deliveries, I was so proud that he was my Daddy. Of course, I was proud of him every day, but I felt ten feet tall when I saw and felt the gratitude from all the moms who needed help keeping their children fed and healthy.

It was a feeling I had never felt before, and I wanted to do even more to help others.

I had a few ideas for ways I could work with some of Chad's friends from The Lactin Brotherhood to not only help them build their businesses but to also make positive changes in the world.

But tonight wasn"t a night for those kinds of ideas.

I had a much more important idea to run past my Daddy when he got home from the gym. Well, my home. He spent the weekend nights with me so I could wake up with him, but he was pumping even more often now that it was his whole business model, so on work days, he was usually at his house until the evening when he came over for dinner and stayed until I fell asleep.

Getting cuddled and falling asleep with a real live pacifier in my mouth was the best feeling in the world. Waking up alone wasn't, and that was why I couldn't hold in my idea any longer.

The slow cooker had been cooking lemon chicken all day, and I made a pot of pasta to eat with it so when Chad got back, I didn't have to fuss in the kitchen.

As soon as I heard the door open, I ran to him and leaped into his arms, holding on tightly. I was always so happy to see him after spending the whole day apart.

In the short time we'd been together, my need to be around him had only increased.

I thought maybe we would start wanting some space by now, but neither of us ever wanted to be apart for more than a few hours at a time. On the days when I had the chance to work at home, I begged him to hang out with me for as long as possible because I just liked knowing he was there.

Chad wrapped his arms around me and kissed me hard before pressing his forehead to mine. "Damn, baby. I love when you greet me like this." His arms squeezed a little tighter and he kissed along my jaw to my earlobe. "I love you."

My heart started beating faster as I pulled back and looked him right in the eyes. "Did you just say what I think you said?"

He chuckled and cocked his head to the side. "If you think I just said that I love you, then, yes, I did."

My mouth smashed his, kissing him deeply as I rubbed my erection against his washboard abs. "I love you too, Daddy. And I love that you love me."

Chad chuckled again, blowing warm air into my mouth. "You know what else I love?"

His palms squeezed my bottom, so I thought that was what he was gonna say. He didn't spend a lot of time around my bottom. I'd tried my best to make it clear that I wanted to have sex like that, but so far, he'd been taking it slow.

Just hands and mouths.

And our hands and mouths all felt so good, I had no complaints.

Even though I really wanted to feel him inside me.

"What else do you love?" I looked up at him, hanging on every word.

"Whatever smells so good. It's making my stomach growl. What did you make?"

"Oh, I made you dinner." I slid down his body and reached for his hand. "Do you need to shower or change or do anything before we eat?"

He dropped his bag by the couch and slipped off his shoes. "No, I showered at the gym, so I'm all yours."

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and relished those words. I loved every time he said he was all mine.

I knew the way he meant it was in the context of our evening, but I really believed he meant it in every other context too.

Especially now that he loved me.