Page 3 of Milky

I’m telling you— I. Come. So. Hard.

Snatching the book from the shelf, I slip it under my arm and head toward the back corner of the bookshop where a purple velvet tufted chair is tucked away beneath a lamp. Finding a spot, I cross my legs to hide the already growing erection, and open the book.

The crack of the spine as I turn pages puts bumps on my arms.

I finally did it. I’ve been eyeing this book for ages. A chapter each time I come in is my goal. Any more than that and I wouldn’t be able to stand to leave this place. And I don’t have the courage to buy it. Not yet.

So I get to reading, all the while thinking about those plucky, sexy oranges in the backseat of my car.

My eyes fall to the open book as a few people quietly move around the store.

Chapter One: The Grown Man’s Latch.

I leak a little, and get started.

3

Leche & Herb

My hands are shaking. Literally, I’m trembling. Someone bought the book. Someone in Salem bought the book. There is a man in Salem who wants what I want.

I glance down at Herb, who is currently sucking dust from the baseboards around the historical romances.

I’d give up hope on finding a real man who wants what I want. I’ve been devoted to Herb for two full years now. It would be horrible of me to kick him to the curb now. I can’t do that.

I’m attached.

He’s my guy.

My clit blooms as I watch the dust disappear under his voracious sucking, and my nipples get plucky and hard in response. Just thinking of my alone time with Herb tonight has me horny and aching, but when the image of me with a man flashes behind my eyes—-doing the thing—-my skin flushes. My heart races.

I want Herb.

But I do want a man, too.

The tell-tale jingle of keys snaps me back to attention. Turning Herb off, I mosey down the sports romance aisle to the front of the shop where Story is locking the register.

“Hey, slow today?” I ask, happy to make some small talk but anxious as hell for her to leave. Now that I know someone in Salem is a milk-fiend, I’m dying to get some time with Herb.

She nods as she slips a few paperbacks into her canvas DNF bookshop tote. “Yeah… pretty slow.” She holds up her copy ofFifty Ways to Fist.“Got through this finally, so that was good.” My ass clenches, but I don’t judge. After all, she knows my kink. That’s how DNF got the lacto section in the fist place. I mean, first place.

“Awesome.”

“Yeah.” She smirks. “I’m heading out. The door’s locked so the customer that’s still here can stay, and the door will lock behind him on the way out.”

I arch a brow. “Someone’s still here?” She’s never left me in the shop with anyone but Herb. “Aren’t you afraid he’ll steal or… I don’t know…” The thought crosses my mind that I could bein danger, but as I study her face, I realize she’s not concerned. She’s smirking.

“Yeah… he was going to leave but I told him to read another chapter.” She nods back to the reading corner in the store. “I think you’d like him.”

My mind goes to the missing book;MILK MAMA: The Adult Male’s Guide to Drinking Milk from the Source. She smirks at me as she heads out, waving over her shoulder as the door swings closed.

I turn, staring at Herb laying limply on the floor. The shop is silent but for the internal thump of my crazy pulse.

Is the guy that’s here…. Reading… Milk Mama?

It seems too perfect. Too convenient. Too easy. Especially after years of searching online for a man…. For him to simply turn up where I clean and want what I want?

I grab Herb, ignoring the heat thrashing beneath my panties and the way my breasts tingle when my polo grazes my nipples. Heading to the back, I stop dead in my tracks when he and the book come into sight.

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