She needs the money. He wants what only she can give him.

When a desperate woman steps into the penthouse of a man whose wealth could buy cities, she knows exactly what she is offering. Access to her body. The warm, heavy milk that fills her breasts and aches for release. In return, the financial lifeline that keeps her from losing everything.

Their arrangement is meant to be simple. Clinical. A transaction between two adults who understand the terms.

Then his mouth closes over her breast, and nothing stays simple anymore.

Each session pulls them deeper into territory neither planned. His hands learn her rhythms. She learns the sounds he makes when the taste of her breaks through his controlled exterior. The businessman who commands boardrooms grows greedy for her, scheduling longer sessions, inventing reasons to keep her in his bed past the milking itself. She tells herself she endures his attention for the money, even as her body begins preparing for him hours before he arrives, even as she stops wearing bras beneath her dresses to feel his reaction when he discovers it.

But his corporate rivals are circling, and someone has noticed how much time he spends locked away with the same woman. Her independence was the point of this bargain, yet she finds herself wanting things that cost nothing and everything. His protection has become possessive. Her compliance has become craving.

When enemies force their arrangement into the open, both must decide what this bond has actually become, and whether either of them can survive wanting the other this much.

A full-length lactation milking erotic romance.