Milked By The Gay Bear In The Back Office: An Explicit MM Lactation and Size Romance

I have spent years keeping my secret hidden behind pressed shirts and late nights at my desk, pushing my glasses up whenever anyone gets too close. Dalton changed everything the moment his large hand settled at my waist in the narrow supply closet. His dark hair and rumbling voice fill the space until I feel small and exposed in his grip.

The contract deadline presses in on us both, but so does the heat rising in my chest. I know what his touch can do, how my body will betray me with milk if he keeps going. I tell myself to step back, to remember the promotion and my dignity, yet I stay frozen as his fingers find the first button and the truth threatens to spill free.