The Billionaire's Milkmaid #3 (BBW Lactation Erotic Romance)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 16,700
1 Ratings (4.0)

Sometimes "taboo" is just another word for fear...pick up where The Billionaire's Milkmaid #2 left off...

SHE IS MOVING OUT AND ON UP

Jessica Browning negotiated one of the sweetest, creamiest career moves ever: one million a year to be the billionaire's milkmaid, Antonio Bouskos' lover and provider of breast milk for him on a schedule. Other than meeting his social and sexual needs, as well as his milkings, she's free to spend her days as she wishes.

Packing up her seven years of history in the cubicle farm, though, turns out to be harder than expected when office sleaze Jim makes a scene as she finally grows a backbone and spurns him, leading to an unlikely savior: the group.

Sick of Jim's crap, the other women in the office rise up to protect her when, to her shock, company lawyer James appears to whisk her away to a supply closet for a very private discussion.

A heated kiss that melts into something more isn't all she gets in her two minutes in the unmarked room. James seems to waver between fury and seduction before finally spilling Antonio's secret: he is sick, and Jessica's breast milk keeps him alive.

HE IS MOVING IN AND GETTING CLOSER

Reeling from James's half revelation, she pumps him for more but he shuts her off, paranoid that the room may be bugged. Troubled by James's weirdness and the crazy allegations – her DNA and milk are worth Antonio's acquisition of her company? – she goes home and settles into her new reality working as Antonio's whatever – his paramour, his wet nurse, his date.

When he unexpectedly appears at her house and invades domestic life, she finds herself charmed by his casual, everyday demeanor, and when the two loves of her life meet, Sofia charms him, too. Maybe, just maybe, there's hope for the future...

Explosive sex that night in a revolving restaurant, her naked body pressed against the expansive, exotic, open glass high above New York City clinches the deal for her – as she puts her heart on the line in a shadow contract she never realized was being written behind the scenes. Can she really just give her body and her mind – but hold back her soul?

The Billionaire's Milkmaid #3 continues the story of middle-management worker Jessica Browning and playboy billionaire Antonio Bouskos as both come face-to-face with stark realities, divided loyalties and a biotech puzzle that puts Jessica's DNA right at the heart of a feud far greater than she ever fathomed...

The Billionaire's Milkmaid #3 (BBW Lactation Erotic Romance)
1 Ratings (4.0)

The Billionaire's Milkmaid #3 (BBW Lactation Erotic Romance)

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Word Count: 16,700
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The heat pouring out of James was palpable, and until her eyes met his she thought it was fueled by anger. The hungry look reserved only for her stunned her to the core, pinning her in place and making her harden and melt all at once. He burned through her, hands flexing with thick muscle and steel. He wore a fine, pale jacket the shade of camel, the weave so delicate she thought it might have been spun with gold. Long, thick legs and a squared jaw testified to his simmer, a burning that made an instant heat flare between her legs.

Her hands were touching nothing. The oxygen left the room. The murmurs and comments and hum of copiers and computers faded as her eyes ate his, his eyes devoured her, and her body was drawn to his, like metal shavings to a magnet, fragmented and collated to become something whole, something real.

Damn it. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Without hesitation, he reached for the very spot Jim had just touched, except this time when James’ skin brushed against hers she fairly moaned. “Come here,” he commanded.

She followed as he released her and walked to a small, unmarked door she had never noticed before. He pulled a key from one pocket, opened the door swiftly, then pulled her in, the door’s click barely registered by her ears before James was holding her, face angry and prying, raw need overpowering them both.

“Are you trying to make a scene?”

Slap. He hadn’t actually smacked her, but it felt like it. How dare he? “No! He’s a slimy ass and I finally handed him a verbal beat down.”

Mirth bubbled up from that predatory throat. “Beat down?”

“It’s a milltown thing. You wouldn’t understand.” Breathe in. Breathe out. His aftershave was something close to Antonio’s but with a hint of danger, more titillating than she could have imagined, the spices and aroma of coffee, sending her nose and skin over the edge. She was supposed to want Antonio! Antonio! Her mind screamed, and yet here stood a lion of a man, his body leaning toward hers, communicating exceptionally well, without words, exactly what he wished to do with her.

He blinked. “I know all about milltowns, Jessica.” He held out carefully manicured hands, then turned them over, revealing a fine patina of old callouses, their fading a testimony to age. “Bessemer furnaces paid my way through law school.” James had a past; who knew? A really intriguing past.

“You get it, then. Jim needed that beat down.” She tried so hard to keep the pride, and a touch of whine, out of her voice. Why was she explaining herself to Antonio’s lawyer? The room was stifling, the air thick, and they had reached a standstill.

Take me right now, right here, or let me go, she thought.

He pulled back as if slapped, then grabbed her shoulders roughly. “What did you just say?” He peered at her, incredulous, his lip curling under his top teeth, biting himself, a light sheen of wetness making a layer she wanted to lick.

“Did I say that aloud?” she squeaked. Had she gone completely insane, unable to tell when her mouth was working? James put that question to rest as his lips descended on hers, hands spiraling around like tentacles as he pulled her to him, pressing the heat of his tall, muscular frame into her, handling palmfuls of flesh, her hips arching in return, his thick, manicured hands splaying across her back as her hands slid into his hair, fingers slipping through silky strands as his tongue bridged the gap between them.

Ahhhh. Her mouth melted into his as he dipped down, hands now cupping both of her ass cheeks as he lifted her up, onto a small table, then parted her legs, never breaking the kiss, nipping her lip and teasing her. Rearing up like a cobra about to strike, his shoulders hitched up as he hooked his hands at her jaw, sucking on her lower lip, then loose with a tongue that sought her out with an abrupt tenderness as she fought for control, the hot need between her legs barely contained.

James.

No! Antonio! Using every spare atom of energy, Jessica inserted her reluctant, but obliging, hands between her and James, the backs of her fingers crushed into her own breasts as he sought to continue the embrace, his head seeking her and –

“Antonio!” she gasped.

James stopped cold and made a choking sound, a despairing noise that made her crumple inside. He pulled back so quickly she felt the rush of chilled air fill the void between them, the stark contrast so immediate it was as if he had teleported himself three feet away. Not that he had much room to move; her bathroom was larger than what Jessica now realized was a glorified supply closet.

James raked his hair with trembling hands. He seemed like a caged lion, so virile and ready to pounce, that Jessica marveled at the difference between cool, slick, sophisticated Antonio and this...lumberjack, this linebacker in front of her, one who pulsed with life and vitality and who was so singularly centered on her that she found the room begin to spin with the craving of more.

More.

He blew out a long sigh and began to pace, which meant taking two steps to one side, pivoting around, and two steps back. After six steps he gave up and stood before her, hands planted on his hips, and began shaking his head slowly. His squared jaw chewed at an anger she didn't understand.

"You don't get it, do you? Do you really want Antonio?"

"Yes!" Her involuntary cry of assent seemed to shock them both.

"And not just his money?"

Foom! A burst of flames inside her made arousal turn to fury. "I had no idea he was who he is when I slept with him the first time, James. I wasn't after his money."

"But you took it. Negotiated him up by double."

"And you let me." The deadly tone in both their voices made Jessica go cold, but she wasn't about to back down. The smear of his lips was still on her, burning her skin like sexual napalm, but there was no way she could let him get away with this sort of accusation.

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