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“Jamie!”

“I’m coming.”

I could hear the eye roll in Jamie’s tone through the open door. It was late, wasn’t it? I half expected him to tell me off for staying at the office after hours, but when he walked in, he was smiling sweetly. “Yes, sir?”

My omega had the patience of a saint, and just seeing him made me breathe easier. “I can’t find the West Net contract, and I want to check something. Where is it?”

Not taking his eyes off me, Jamie opened a drawer in the sorting cabinet next to my desk.

“It’s where it should be, together with all the other signed contracts of ongoing projects.

You have the encrypted digital version among your personal files on the cloud, and the key passages our legal team commented on are highlighted. ”

More often than not, it felt like I didn’t deserve him. “Oh. You’ve already done that? You’re incredible.”

“You’ll have enough time to look at it before the meeting tomorrow.”

I blew out a breath. He was right, as usual.

He closed the drawer and walked around the desk until he stood before me, his hands on his hips. The position made his growing belly protrude, and I couldn’t help but stare at it. The curve fascinated me.

My mate. My pregnant omega. My Jamie.

“You look like you need decompressing, Mr. Hartley.”

We were a month away from our wedding, but he still called me that. He loved to tease me. The tone of his voice sent a frisson of arousal up my spine.

Jamie lowered himself into a crouch, his hands on my knees, and nuzzled my groin. I exhaled, my dick hard in an instant.

“It was you who said no sex during work hours,” I muttered, already knowing I’d let him do whatever he wanted.

He mouthed my dick through my slacks. “It’s nearly seven, boss. Everybody on this floor is long gone.”

His sure hands moved up my thighs, then he swiftly unzipped my pants and fished my cock out. The wet warmth around my cockhead made me moan.

“Oh, Jamie…”

His lips slid up and down, the suction tightening. He was so damned good at this, and, Universe help me, but I loved that he did this to me at the office as I sat at my desk. I grabbed a fistful of his hair.

“I fucking love you, you know that?”

He hummed in agreement and sucked harder. My balls drew up already. He was quick and purposeful, and I tumbled toward an orgasm at lightning speed. When he took my cockhead into his throat and swallowed, it was game over.

Jamie gulped down my cum, making yummy noises, while I trembled helplessly in my office chair.

Panting, I stared at him as he stood and slowly removed his jacket and shirt. The tight camisole he wore underneath was light pink with padded cups to conceal his big, erotic nipples.

With his eyes on my lips, he slowly slid the straps down his shoulders, and his full pecs popped free.

They were gorgeous, round with an abundance of milk and blooming with a flush of arousal.

Jamie’s nipples were hard, sticking out, begging for attention.

The dark-pink teats looked huge on his slender torso, and I adored that it was all my doing. They had grown to fit my greedy mouth.

Jamie hid them from the world, covering them with specialized underwear, but to me, he showed them with lusty intent. If there was a part of his body that was more mine than his, it was his tits. I loved them. I coveted them. Saliva pooled in my mouth at the sight of his beautiful chest.

I lifted my arms to tug him to me, but he sidestepped my attempt.

“Jamie…”

He smirked knowingly. “Patience, Mr. Hartley.”

Leaning on my desk with one hand, he removed his shoes and socks with the other. Then he undid his belt and let his pants pool around his feet.

I gasped.

Under his protruding belly peeked out the most outrageous pair of panties I’d ever seen.

Jamie’s hard cock was cupped in a tiny triangle of sheer lace, held in place only by thin strings low on his hips.

He slowly turned around, pushing his ass out.

A neat little bow adorned the top of his crease and another string disappeared between his ass cheeks.

The barely there scrap of fabric concealed nothing of importance.

Together with Jamie’s pregnant belly, the effect was mind-blowing.

“You’ve been wearing this the whole day?” I rasped.

“You like them?”

“Fucking hell, Jamie.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He straddled me in the chair, and my soft cock made a valiant attempt to rise again.

Jamie lifted his pecs with both hands.

“Will you suck my tits, Mr. Hartley?”

That did it. I was painfully hard anew when I mouthed Jamie’s left pec and sucked his nipple deep into my mouth.

He moaned when the milk began to flow. He had even more now as his pregnancy progressed.

We used the milking machine sometimes when we fucked, especially when Jamie wanted it long and hard from behind.

But most days, he nursed me. I could pretend that we had never sneaked in a quick nursing session between meetings, but it would have been a lie.

When my Jamie needed relief, I had to help him out, right?

Now he ground down on my erection, and I knew what he wanted. I smacked his ass cheeks, took his other nipple into my mouth, and sucked hard.

The letdown was peaking. When I let go and leaned back, Jamie’s pecs looked ready to burst as white milk dribbled from his glistening nipples.

I grabbed him by his ass, set him on the edge of my desk, and dragged the milk-stained camisole over his head. I wanted to see his tits jiggle when I fucked him hard. Pushing the string of his panties aside, I drove into his wet hole, and he threw his head back.

“Fuck, yes!”

“You’re so naughty. Walking around the office in a G-string.”

“I hoped… aah… to seduce my boss.”

“Task accomplished. Consider me utterly seduced.”

I sped up, making his ass smack wetly around my cock. After he made me come, I could last longer. His pecs shook, drops of milk flying around. Damn, he was so hot. Stunning.

I sank into him to the root and bent over to suck some more of his milk. He pushed his chest out and rocked against me, grinding on my cock.

“I’m glad you don’t seem so stressed anymore,” he said breathlessly, then moaned when I sucked harder.

As stress relief went, sex with Jamie was a blessing.

We were discreet in front of my employees and always kept our behavior professional—they’d never even witnessed a chaste kiss on the cheek. But everybody knew we were engaged, and Jamie’s stomach was now impossible to conceal.

Some well-meaning friends had expressed concern that if we kept working together, it might affect our relationship, but we weren’t worried.

I loved having Jamie by my side, and he said he loved working with me—even the actual work, and not just the perks on a Friday night, when everybody had already left.

“You are… the naughty one, Mr. Hartley.”

I growled into his chest before switching sides again.

“Mmm. Yes. Suck it harder…”

I obeyed, and Jamie rewarded me with a sweet cry and a thick spray of milk into my throat. When he spoke next, his words were garbled.

“How is it… to fuck your assistant… over your desk?”

I licked his nipples, pulled out of his hole, and tugged him onto his feet before turning him around. He braced himself with his hands on my desk. The string between his ass cheeks was soaked with slick. I dragged the panties down and spanked each rosy ass cheek a couple of times.

“Love fucking my assistant. And it’ll only get better once he’s my husband.”

I filled him again, and Jamie sank to his elbows, shoving my laptop aside.

“Harder, please, sir.”

Punching my hips forward, I gave him what he asked for. It seemed he couldn’t speak anymore. After a few thrusts, his hole clamped up on my dick as his joyous cries filled the office, and a familiar sense of pride filled my chest.

My Jamie was feeling good.

I made him come three times. Toward the end, he rocked back and forth, his elbows sliding in a puddle of milk on my desk, and the sounds coming from his chest were hoarse and animalistic. I drove my cock as deep as I could, pushing against the mouth to his womb, and let the ecstasy swallow me.

The orgasm faded slowly, and my legs gave up. Slipping out from Jamie’s body, I sat back in my chair.

Jamie’s ass was a sight for the gods. Ass cheeks reddened, hole gaping open, rim puffy, slick and cum drooling out.

I grabbed him by his waist and drew him into my lap.

I was still mostly dressed, sweating in my suit and tie, but it wouldn’t be the first time my pants got stained during hot sex with my omega.

“That was amazing,” Jamie mumbled, snuggling into my arms. After a proper reaming, he got all mellow and cuddly. It was adorable.

“You fuck like a god,” he added.

“Do I?”

“Uh-huh. I’m a lucky man to be marrying you next month.”

“Jamie, darling, you have no idea.”

He looked up at me, his glassy eyes blinking sleepily.

“About what?”

I stroked his pregnant belly and pressed a kiss to his temple. “I feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet every time you simply walk into the room.”

His smile shone like a supernova.

“So you’re not stressing about the contract anymore?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Not in the least bit. It can wait. But you, my darling fiancé, seem tired. Let’s go home, and I’ll draw you a bath.”

A lingering kiss.

“I love you, Morton,” he whispered against my lips.

THE END