Page 39 of Nursing the Alpha
“I have good news.” He stepped inside. “I did it.”
I furrowed my brow. “Did what?”
“I resigned.” He beamed, his eyes bright. “I’m done, Seth. No more pumping for strangers. No more sore nipples or awkward contracts or weird NDAs.”
“That’s amazing, baby.” I crossed the room in three long strides. “You did it. Good job.”
His grin widened as he let me pull him in. I walked us back to my chair and sat. He settled himself properly on my lap like he belonged there.
“God, I’m so proud of you,” I murmured, wrapping my arms tight around his waist.
He laughed softly, curling against me like he couldn’t help it. “I thought you might be. I wanted to tell you in person.”
But even as I kissed his temple, the warmth of him heavy against my chest, I couldn’t ignore the way my cock stirred under his weight.
He smelled… intoxicating.
Flynn shifted on my lap.
“You’re turned on?” he asked, incredulous but smiling. “Now?”
I tightened my hands on his hips. “I can smell you,” I said hoarsely, burying my face between his pecs. The scent was stronger here, richer, the faint sweetness of milk practically rolling off his skin. “So fucking sweet. It’s driving me insane.”
Flynn’s breath hitched.
“Seth…”
“Remove your sweater for me,” I murmured against his chest.
He jerked his head toward the door, biting his lip. “What if someone comes in?”
“They won’t.” I looked up at him. “Go on. Show me how swollen you are.”
Flynn’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, but he tugged the sweater over his head with trembling fingers. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
My breath caught.
His pecs were full—round and flushed—nipples tight and glistening where milk beaded at the tips. The sight hit me low in my gut, and my cock throbbed beneath him, pressing urgently against my zipper.
“This…” His voice was soft, almost shy. “This is another reason I came. I-I need you, Seth. Need you to drink from me.”
Fuck.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I growled, cupping one heavy pec in my palm, feeling the warmth and the weight and the faint shiver that went through him at my touch.
Then my mouth was on him.
I closed my lips around his nipple, sucking gently at first, then deeper, flicking my tongue against the sensitive bud. The first rush of milk filled my mouth, warm and rich, and I groaned low in my throat, gripping his hips to keep him steady as he gasped softly above me.
The scent, the taste, the feel of him…
It was too much.
And yet not enough.
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