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“Fine. I don’t think there is any reason this should end up involving you, though.” Not unless my love life went spectacularly wrong.

“Alright.” He paused and waited.

And waited.

Fuck it all.

I’d talked about it with doctors. I could talk about it with the crazy drama queen who knew more kinks than he did ways to make money.

“I lactate.” When he just blinked, I kept going. “It’s a hormonal imbalance that can’t be easily corrected without unpleasant side effects.”

Like erectile dysfunction and anger issues…neither of which I needed in my life.

“There are a few other medical issues it causes but that’s the only thing that affects my ability to have a sexual relationship.” Hormones affected a startling number of things, but the rest I could deal with easily. “It’s not something I can hide from a partner.”

“You’re right.” Nodding, he had a slightly distant look on his face like he was studying a new project he was trying to buyinto. “Hiding it would only raise more questions. Shirts and compression gear would go a long way, but generally speaking, people think naked when they think sex.”

“Yes.” I could get away with being fully clothed in quick back room kind of activities, but nothing more than that. “So you see my problem?”

The way he shook his head was…unexpected.

“No, I see an opportunity.” Blinking a few times, his head seemed to clear. “Unless you’d put it on your limits list as something you don’t want to explore with a partner?”

What?

I wasn’t sure I understood his question, so I went back to the beginning. “My goal is to find someone who could ignore it while I did my best to provide for their needs. I can spank and my general personality leans toward domination.”

I’d been called an asshole alpha enough times to be confident about that.

“They don’t need to pretend to like it. I’m aware of how unique it is.” According to the doctors, it was literally a one in a hundred million chance that an alpha would be born with the right genetic fuckups to make it happen.

I’d have rather won the lottery.

“The internet really needs to catch up to kinks and explanations.” Mumbling to himself, he shook his head. “I’ll fix the internet later.”

If anyone thought that was a reasonable goal, it was Austin.

“Back on track.” He gave his head a little jerk that almost made me smile. Sometimes he had the attention span of a drug-addled squirrel. “I have members of the club right now who would be highly accepting of your uniqueness.”

There was a fucking kink for everything.

Someone had definitely dropped the ball on research if he was right.

Me.

I was someone.

“I’m going to need you to explain what you mean.” Because I had no idea what was going through his head.

His reply didn’t help.

“What do you know about age play?”

Chapter 2

Dessie

“Don’t you disappear into being little, you brat. I need adult Dessie and you’re not hiding him, fucker.” Austin’s anger would’ve been scary if he wasn’t chasing me through the club wearing high heels and a tutu.

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