He’s right. That’s pretty important. “No.”
“Do you want to be?”
I nod.
He squeezes my hand. “I don’t mean to imply you must. Any option is fine with me. If you’d rather not take anything, we can use condoms. Or nothing at all if having a baby in approximately nine months is on your radar.”
I stare at him. His expression is unreadable. He’s not joking. He’s not giving me anything at all. “You want to have a baby?” My voice cracks. This is a ludicrous conversation. We’ve been together one day.
He glances at me. “I want to do whatever makes you happy, June.”
“Well, I’m not interested in having a baby this year.”
“Then birth control or condoms or both.” He smiles.
He never ceases to shock me. “I’ll go on birth control. We can use condoms in the meantime,” I tell him. Is this really happening?
He lifts my hand and kisses my fingers. I guess this discussion is over. I wonder what he’s going to spring on me next.
Soon, we’re back at his building. We’ve both downed a smoothie. It was delicious. He rounds the car, helps me out, and guides me to what I now know is his private elevator.
I love that we don’t have to traipse through the lobby every time we want to come and go. It makes me feel ridiculously pampered, but it’s nice.
One day, and I’m already getting used to being treated like a princess. I shouldn’t. This bubble could pop. He doesn’t know me. What if he changes his mind about me and we go our separate ways? It could happen.
“You’re awfully quiet, Little one,” he points out in the elevator.
I lean against him and shrug. I don’t know what to say. I’m scared out of my mind. He’s amazing. He’s taking care of me in every imaginable way. The bottom could drop out.
When the elevator opens, he disengages the lock to his apartment and ushers me inside.
I stop dead in my tracks. “What’s all this?” The living room is littered with boxes. Dozens of them ranging in size from small to gigantic.
He grins. “I might have done some online shopping after you went to sleep last night.”
“What for?”
He lifts me off my feet, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist when he flattens me to his front. Before I know it, we’re in the kitchen, and I’m seated atop the island with his hands bracketing me.
He kisses me and sets his forehead against mine. “Little stuff.”
“Most of that looked big to me.” I frown.
He chuckles. “Not small stuff. Little stuff. Things for a new Little girl who has nothing for age play.”
My eyes widen. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.” He scrunches up his nose. “Are you mad I didn’t let you choose? We can exchange anything you want for another style or color. If there’s anything you hate, we’ll return it.”
I gasp. “Blade. I don’t care about that. I’m just surprised you would spend so much on someone you just met.”
He grips my hips. “When you know, you know. Am I rushing you?”
I swallow. “Kind of.”
He draws in a slow breath. “I don’t mean to be pushy. I just know in my heart that you’re it for me. I think you feel the same way.”
My heart races. “I do, but what if you change your mind?”
