Ultimate Vengeance (Wanted Men Book 4)(87)

“Then he must be gay.”

“Yes, he is.”

He gaped at her and barked out a laugh. “Are you fucking with me?”

“No. And please do not discuss his personal life with anyone. It is not our business.” She put her hand on his chest when it started to rise and fall faster. “I am sorry I lied. I felt I needed the protection of a pretend—”

He kissed her hard, cutting off her explanation. Grabbing her nape, he did it again, moaning this time. “You little witch.” Another kiss landed on her mouth at the same time as a light swat to her ass. She yelped in surprise which had Lekzi laughing and bouncing as she slapped at them both. “If we were alone, I’d be so tempted to spank this ass. I’d bare it and make you count each swat I landed. Jesus Christ, you zeroed in on my worst goddamn nightmare with that fucking guy.” He stepped back and swiped a hand through his hair, shaking his head as if he was trying to get his bearings. “Okay. Let’s do this. You need to feed her. Come on. I’ll show you how much I appreciate that confession later.” He took her arm and led her from the room. “Holy fuck,” he muttered again before asking, “Do you need to fix a bottle?”

She tried not to smile. “I do not give her a bottle unless I have no choice.”

“Privacy it is.”

They crossed the foyer, and after passing by the curved staircase leading to the second floor, they entered a narrow corridor. Halfway down, he opened the door to his office that Sacha remembered spending some time in.

“No one enters this room without knocking.”

“Thank you.” She went over to the loveseat against the wall. Her stomach dropped when he closed the door but remained inside.

“I’m going to invade your private moment to witness something I’ve yet to see. I hope you don’t mind.”

She shifted uneasily and then shrugged mentally. It wasn’t as if he’d never seen her breast before. He just hadn’t seen it in the role of udder. What if he became turned off? He’d always been a breast man. What if seeing the primary function for them changed that?

“I do not mind,” she lied as she looked around. “Would you hand me that cushion, please?” She pointed to a throw pillow on a winged back chair.

He gave it to her, and she put it on her lap, then laid the baby out. Lekzi immediately started flailing and making a fuss. Sacha laughed.

“You silly baby,” she murmured. “So theatrical.” Her face felt warm, the routine strangely awkward, as for the first time, she had an audience watch her do what she’d done so often since bringing her daughter home from the hospital.



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Alek took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned his ass on the edge of his desk. He knew he was observing Sacha prepare to feed their daughter with an unusual degree of fascination, but he couldn’t help it. As he’d said, he’d yet to see it happen, and felt he needed to.

She smoothly went through what was clearly a routine, her movements graceful and sure as she maneuvered her clothes and kept the baby secure on the pillow he’d supplied. All the while, a small smile remained on her lips. The flash of her firm abdomen gave him a poke, and naturally, the sight of her bare breast kicked him in the nuts because it was a gorgeous, round globe of nothing-but-beautiful. God, that tight nipple made him want to join his daughter and suck until he was pulling her mother onto his—

Fuck, he was a nasty bastard.

He soon forgot about everything but the incredible act he was witnessing. As society continuously tried to instill, Sacha’s breast was much more than something for him to sexualize. He realized it the minute his daughter’s gaping little maw latched on and began pulling. An emotion unlike anything he’d ever felt before shot up his throat. His eyes stung and his fucking nose burned at the innocent beauty of it.

“Maybe you can sit?” Sacha said quietly. “I feel as if I should charge you an observation fee.”

He forced himself to chuckle through his tight throat, and he had to clear it a couple of times before he could speak. He went over and sat next to them. He could see now that her breasts were slightly bigger than he remembered, which was only natural considering she was producing milk that provided his child with the nutrients that had kept her alive for the first months of her life. Incredible.

“I’m sorry. I’m finding this weirdly mesmerizing.” He placed his hand on his daughter’s head and swallowed hard when her pale eyes flipped up and met his. And didn’t she get him completely when her lips stretched into a smile? A soft click sounded when it broke the suction and milk ran down the side of her cheek. She immediately forgot about flirting with him and got her grip again.