I sat at my desk, fingers flying over the keyboard, buried in this big project my boss dumped on me. The office was quiet, just the hum of my laptop and the clock ticking past 8 PM. Everyone else had gone home. I was 26, single as hell, and my little secret kept me going—no boyfriend, no baby, but these lactation pills? They made my breasts feel so full, so heavy, like they begged for release. I popped them for the rush, the warm drip that made me squirm in my chair at night. Lately, with all the salads and green smoothies to eat healthy, my milk came stronger, thicker.
Then it hit. A sharp throb in my chest, like my breasts were screaming. I winced, shifting in my seat. God, they were so full. Too full. I pressed my arm against them, trying to hold it back, but warmth spread fast. Wetness bloomed on my bra, soaking through the thin fabric of my white blouse. Milk. Leaking. Right here in my office. My nipples hardened, tingling with that dirty ache that made my thighs clench. I bit my lip, breathing shallow, fighting the urge to touch. Just endure it. Finish the work.
Knock knock.
My heart jumped. "Huh? Come in," I called, voice shaky. I straightened up, forcing a calm face, but the pain pulsed harder, milk trickling down my skin now, sticky and hot.
The door opened, and there he was—H/N, my boss. Tall, sharp in his classic collared shirt, black vest hugging his chest just right, matching pants, that tight black tie. Silver bracelets glinted on one wrist, a dark watch on the other, adding this sexy edge to his power suit. He walked to my desk, files in hand, eyes locked on me like he owned the room. Which he did.
"I've got an extra job you need to finish—" He stopped mid-sentence, brows furrowing. His gaze dropped to my chest, where two dark wet spots bloomed on my blouse. Heat flooded my face. He saw. "Are you okay?" His voice was firm, deep, but laced with something naughty, curious. Like he wanted to know every secret drip.
I squeezed my thighs together, the throb between my legs matching my breasts.
What now?
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