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MORTON

I canceled every meeting I could with the excuse that I had to prepare for the conference. Not knowing how long I had with Jamie, I wasn’t wasting a single second. I typed the last line of the last email and set my laptop on the nightstand.

The sound of water running in the bathroom stopped.

The sun was setting outside, and the pink light pouring in through the window seemed to dance on Jamie’s skin as he walked into the bedroom, naked. His pecs were full, his large nipples jutting out enticingly, and his belly rounded from heat and breeding.

For the umpteenth time, my pulse quickened, and my brain stuttered at the sight of the subtle curve. My cum was in there.

And I knew it wasn’t true, but the alpha in me insisted that this beautiful otherworldly being was all mine now.

Smirking mischievously, Jamie looked me up and down and raised one eyebrow.

“You’re overdressed, Mr. Hartley.”

Chuckling, I dragged my boxers down my legs and dropped them on the floor. My cock, constantly half hard while Jamie’s scent saturated the train car, lay on my abdomen. Jamie gave it a long, appreciative look.

“Better?” I asked.

“Much better.”

He knelt on the bed and slinked over me like a cat until his face hovered above my groin. I couldn’t help the primitive reaction of my body. My cock hardened fully under his scrutiny.

Jamie hummed. “It looks like you’re well prepared for the next thing on our agenda today.”

“Am I? Remind me, please, what is it?”

He shook his head with mock disappointment. “You don’t recall? You’re so distracted these days, Mr. Hartley.”

“It’s your fault. I can’t think of anything else but you.”

His smile widened. “The next thing on our agenda is me riding your dick.”

“And to think I almost missed that. It’s good that you keep track of my schedule. What would I do without you?”

“You wouldn’t be coming nearly as hard or as often.”

He licked a swath up the underside of my cock, and I shuddered.

“The heat wave feels milder,” he murmured with his lips against my cockhead.

“Uh-huh.”

“We can prolong it.” He flicked his tongue against the slit.

With my gaze pinned to his mouth, I couldn’t think. “Whatever you want.”

If he only knew how much that was true. I’d do whatever he wanted, in any aspect of my existence. The alpha in me might insist Jamie was mine, but in reality, I belonged to Jamie with every cell of my body and every penny in my many bank accounts.

“Whatever I want?” he teased, and wrapped his lips around my cockhead.

“Yes.”

He suckled softly before letting go. My aching erection smacked against my stomach.

“I have this fantasy…” He hesitated, looking me up and down.

“Yes?”

“I’ll show you. Stay put.”

Then he lifted his leg and climbed off the bed. He rooted around in my clothes until he found my pants. I gaped as he pulled the belt out of the loops.

“Can you put your arms above your head, sir?” he asked, running the belt between his fingers.

Shit. I’d never been tied up before. I wasn’t sure I would like it, but Jamie said it was something he’d fantasized about, and I wouldn’t deny him anything.

I put my hands above my head, and he wrapped the leather around my wrists. He was hard already, and his slender cock bobbed right by my face as he worked out how to fasten the belt. The scent of his heat wave was intensifying.

Then he straddled my torso and leaned down for a kiss. I chased after his lips when he pulled away.

“I’m getting slick. I’ll need your cock soon. But first…”

He rubbed his cock against my stomach as he stretched above me. With one hand on my tied wrists, pushing them into the pillow above my head, he lowered himself until his left nipple dangled right above my face.

“Open your mouth, sir.”

Holding it between his fingers, he guided his nipple to my lips. He brushed my upper lip with it.

“Lick it.”

I lapped at the nub with the flat of my tongue, catching small drops of milk. Jamie hummed.

I couldn’t wait. As soon as he was low enough, I sucked the nipple in. The warm, supple flesh filled my mouth, reaching deep. Jamie sounded as if he was about to protest, but then he moaned. The milk burst out after only three pulls.

He writhed on top of me, his erection drooling on my belly. He offered me his other nipple, and I drank, massaging the underside of his pec with my tongue in a way that made the milk flow faster. The sweet, flowery taste drugged me. My balls ached with need.

The thing was, I could have easily dislodged Jamie and wriggled my hands out of the haphazardly fastened belt. But why would I?

When Jamie rose above me, his enlarged wet nipples dripped milk. The letdown got stronger during a heat wave.

He reached back and palmed my dick, then slowly sat on it. His flesh enveloped my cock, slick and satiny, his body like a warm oven. I bucked on instinct, and Jamie cried out.

“Patience, Mr. Hartley,” he scolded me. “You’re not very obedient, are you?”

My chuckle came out strained. “Not my strong suit, no.”

God, I adored his crooked smile. And when he smiled like that with my cock in his heated body? I almost blurted it out right then.

Jamie, I love you.

“I’ve always said you’d be a terrible assistant,” he said. “Now, be good, and I’ll let you come up my womb.”

Then he rose and sank down and rose again. Leaning back, he braced his hands on my thighs and rolled his hips. He moved sinuously, maddeningly slowly, and drops of milk trickled from his nipples. Like strings of pearls, reaching all the way to his belly button and below.

Jamie’s abdomen seemed to protrude slightly as he took me into his body.

“Fuck, Jamie…”

“I know. My belly’s bulging with your dick.” He ran one hand down his torso, smearing the milk over his belly. “Feels so fucking good. I’m going to ride you until you breed me. Until you shoot your load straight into my womb. And then I’m going to fuck myself some more…”

What if he had tied me up properly, both my arms and legs? He could have gagged me too. I wanted to be helpless so he could use me for his pleasure.

The leather strained around my wrists as I pushed my hands into the pillow until my joints ached. No, I’d never harbored any submissive desires, not even a little, but making myself vulnerable with Jamie felt easy and right, like a simple gift I could offer him to make him happy.

Smiling blissfully, he moved up and down faster, his wet ass smacking against my skin. We both lost ourselves for a while. The milk streamed down his torso in rivulets, and he looked like a dream. A divine creature who’d come to take me to paradise.

The mouth to his womb gave way, and my cockhead surged into the softest flesh. He wailed, bowing back, while his cock jolted, a few drops of cum spraying out.

My knot tingled. I was so close. I might have growled.

“Don’t come!” he ordered. “Not yet!”

I gritted my teeth together.

He circled his hips, making my cock move around in his core. It felt like I was deeper than ever.

Abruptly, he rose, and my cock was ripped out of his womb with the harsh movement.

When he plonked down again, the loosened mouth to his womb spasmed around my crown.

He rode me like that, fucking himself in the most violent way, impaling his womb on my dick over and over.

His sounds turned guttural and animalistic, and cum oozed from his slit, blending with drops of milk on my stomach.

When his thighs began to shake, he sat down hard and let out a strangled sob. His hole squeezed my cock.

“Breed me!” he cried.

I bucked up, making his body bounce on my dick.

“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Give me your cum. Deep in me. Deep. Please!”

It felt like an earthquake, but it was just the train moving. Thousands of fires burned through me, until soothing pleasure covered my body from head to toe.

My knot swelled, and Jamie let out a joyous shout. He grabbed his nipples and pulled on them, milking himself while my cum poured into his womb in long pulses.

Rocking on my knot, he made himself come one more time, until he slumped, seemingly exhausted.

I wriggled my hands out of the loosened belt and hugged him to me before moving up the bed. I leaned against the headboard with him in my lap.

Jamie nuzzled the crook of my neck and shoulder.

“I wanted to ride you harder, but my thighs began cramping,” he mumbled.

“You were glorious.”

“Mm-hmm. It was rather glorious, wasn’t it?”

“Fantastic performance. It’s going into your yearly evaluation.”

He giggled softly, then groaned. “You’re still up there.”

“In your womb.”

“Feels deeper than ever.”

“Uh-huh. Your body is wide open.”

“I love that.”

“Me too.” I love you .

“But now I’m sleepy. Being pregnant is hard work.”

Oh God. He just said it like it was a matter of course. No big deal. The man of my dreams, the love of my life, was pregnant with my seed. I’ll love you forever. Please, keep our baby. Stay with me and be mine.

“Rest, darling. I’ve got you.”

The train rattled, vibrations going through our connection, and Jamie sighed.

“Ooh. This is nice.”

“A fun perk, isn’t it?”

It rattled again. Jamie wriggled, humming happily. “I’m starting to understand why you like trains so much.”

His words were slurred as if he were falling asleep, so I didn’t say anything.

I combed my fingers through his hair and petted his lower back and ass cheeks.

The movement of the train sent currents of pleasure through our joined bodies, and I drifted off into a shallow sleep, reality blending with a delightful dream where Jamie and I were locked together forever, making love without pause until the end of time.

It didn’t really matter what time it was—our sleep schedule was upside down anyway. But I hoped it was before midnight, simply because I wanted more hours with Jamie.

He lay against my chest, his hand stroking along my ribs. His humid breath warmed my skin. A dark landscape passed behind the window, only blurry shapes of the mountains against a starry sky. It felt like we were in the middle of nowhere, away from civilization and all the demands it imposed on us.

In the comfortable quiet, it didn’t feel strange to ask questions I might have hesitated to voice otherwise.

“Jamie?”

“Mm?”

“Why did you call off the engagement with Liam?”

He sighed and rubbed his cheek on my pec. “It was a case of a late manifesting alphahole.”

I attempted to decipher his words but failed. “You’ll have to explain to me what that means.”

“At the beginning of our relationship, he was sweet and supportive, listened to what I had to say, and complimented me incessantly. Silly me, I didn’t realize I was being lovebombed.

Then he got demanding. He automatically assumed everything he did was more important than my career and interests, so when he made time for me, he expected me to be available and in the mood to please him. ”

“Ah.”

Jamie placed his chin on my chest and smirked up at me, his eyes glinting in the weak nightlight. “And I already had one alpha in my life I had to take care of.”

I blinked. “Who?”

Jamie snickered. “You, of course!”

I wasn’t sure how I felt about Jamie comparing me to his ex. “Am I demanding?”

“Sometimes.” When I gaped, he kissed my chest. “But you don’t take me for granted. I broke up with Liam because of you, you know.”

Just as I managed to untangle one meaning, he said something else that threw me for a loop. Jamie would always be one step ahead of me. “But that was before…”

“Not like that. I just realized that even though I was your employee and you had every right to make demands on my time and energy, you showed me more respect than Liam ever did. One Friday, he wanted me to leave work early and accompany him to a function, and I said no. He tried to give me an ultimatum—either I’d come home and get myself ready, or he’d start reconsidering our relationship .

” Jamie changed his tone to presumably mimic this Liam person, and I winced with annoyance.

“What a jerk.”

“Yep. I found I’d rather stay after hours with you at the office than go make nice with my pompous ass of a fiancé. I broke up with him the next morning. In hindsight, I don’t think I was ever madly in love with him. Once he stopped yelling and left, I was relieved.”

Did Jamie mean he liked me even back then? Smiling with mischief, he tapped a finger on my lips.

“He was jealous of you.”

My eyebrows flew up. “Was he?”

“Uh-huh. He hated when I worked overtime. He even insinuated you and I were having an affair.”

“I’ve never…”

“I know.” Jamie traced my upper lip with his fingertips. “But he wasn’t so stupid after all, you see. I did prioritize you before him without even being aware of it. When we were swamped in the spring, you often told me to go home, remember? That you were fine finishing on your own.”

“But you stayed.”

He smiled, his expression only a little guilty. “I liked being alone with you after hours. Not because I wanted something to happen between us, not consciously. I guess I just… liked hanging out with you.”

I tightened my grip on him and kissed his forehead. I sensed it wasn’t the right time to talk about the future, not yet, but Jamie’s words gave me hope.

“You saved me from burning out, you know,” I told him. “I’d be lost without you.”

He settled against me with his leg over mine and his arm over my torso. The hold felt a tad protective, and I basked in the warmth.

“You wouldn’t burn out,” he murmured, “but you might still be looking for that report.”

I snorted. “Entirely possible.”