A Little Spilled Milk by Harper Dunbar

They say you shouldn’t cry over spilled milk, but that is exactly what I did. Good thing there was a Daddy there to replace it… direct from the source.
Some people spend their money on restaurants or fancy clothes. Not me. Every extra penny I make goes toward one thing: Milk. It is the one indulgence I allow myself.
When I drop the mason jar filled with the liquid gold and it shatters into a thousand pieces outside my front door, I do what any other Little would do—I cry. Of course that’s when my sexy neighbor walks by. Just what I need, to lose my purchase and embarrass myself in front of my long-time crush.
He bends down to make sure I’m not hurt, and the next thing I know, my arms are wrapped around him and I’m telling him everything. And by everything I mean everything. That’s when he carries me into my apartment and unbuttons his shirt, saying, “Here, I think I have what you need.” And he does