I sat awkwardly on the couch, noticing his
gaze lingering on me. I felt a flush of warmth.
It was a look I hadn’t received in ages, and it
stirred something within me.
But when I glanced up again, the intensity
Had it just been a fleeting moment?
A pang of disappointment washed over me as
I studied Mr. Smith.
He wore a tailored suit that accentuated his
broad shoulders and muscular physique,
Clearly, he worked out.
He had an air of sophistication, every
movement graceful and controlled.
And those eyes… deep, dark, and intense,
framed by sharp, handsome features.
My heart skipped a beat.
I thought of David… grumpy, impatient,
especially since Leo was born. Always out
with his friends, coming home reeking of
beer.
And when we did get intimate, his beer belly
got in the way.
Mr. Smith and David were polar opposites.
What had I ever seen in David?
I sighed. “Mr. Smith, where’s the baby?”
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“Right this way.”
His voice was smooth and deep.
I blushed again, following him, my eyes
trailing over his perfectly sculpted back. He
was breathtaking.
I imagined him pinning me down, wild and
passionate…
He led me to the nursery where the nanny
was trying to soothe a crying baby.
The baby was wailing, clearly starving.
I took a deep breath, pushing aside my
fantasies, and smiled at the nanny. “Hi, I’m
here to feed him.‘
دو
As if sensing my milk, the baby reached for
my chest, rooting around.
I blushed again, glancing at Mr. Smith.
“Take your time. I’ll be in the living room,” he
said, sensing my discomfort. He smiled and
left the room.
Another point for Mr. Smith.
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I sat down, unbuttoned my blouse, and let my
full breasts spill out. I began to feed the baby.
Even after Leo’s feeding, I still had plenty of
milk.
The baby latched on, gulping hungrily, milk
dribbling down his chin. The pressure in my
breasts eased. My rock–hard breasts
softened.
Finally, some relief.
But I felt a strange sensation… like someone
was watching me. I glanced at the doorway a
few times, but no one was there.
I frowned. Was I imagining things?
The baby finished eating and drifted off to
sleep. I gently laid him in his crib.
“All done?” Mr. Smith’s voice startled me. He
was standing at the door.
“Yes, Mr. Smith, come in.”
He entered, smiling at the sleeping baby.
“Thank you, Ms. Miller. He would have cried
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all night otherwise.”
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I blushed. “You’re welcome. It’s my pleasure.”
“Let me get you paid.” He tapped on his
phone and sent me $300.
“Same time tomorrow?”
“Thank you so much!” I beamed. Mr. Smith
was not only charming but generous.
He chuckled. “It’s what we agreed on.”
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I nodded, my breasts jiggling beneath my
blouse. The tips brushed against the fabric,
sending a shiver down my spine.
That feeling again…
“Well, Mr. Smith, if there’s nothing else, I
should get going.” I wanted to escape the
sudden awkwardness.
As I bent down to put on my shoes, strong
arms wrapped around me.
My hand accidentally brushed against his
hardness through his pants.
“Mr. Smith… what…?” I stammered, looking
His eyes were fixed on my cleavage, his face
a mask of desire. I swallowed nervously.
I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. My
struggle felt half–hearted.
One arm was around my waist, the other
cupping my breast.
His fingers teased my nipple, and I felt a
dampness between my legs.
He smirked. “Ms. Miller, the baby’s fed, but
Daddy’s still hungry.”
My eyes widened: “Mr. Smith, no… my job is
to feed your baby…” I couldn’t form a
coherent sentence, my heart pounding in my
chest.
“I can pay you extra. You have plenty of milk
to share. Consider it pain relief.”
His eyes were filled with lust.
My body flushed, my legs rubbing together
involuntarily.
The thrill of the forbidden, the excitement of
