Chapter 55

Ronnell’s POV

The irony of having Blair practically at my fingertips was that I couldn’t touch her when I wanted. She was right there, just outside my office, but there were a million reasons why I couldn’t do what I craved. And home wouldn’t be any better. In fact, it might be worse with her spending half the night tending to Nathan.

Call me a sick motherfucker, but there would be no occurrences in which I saw Blair’s open breast and didn’t get hard as a rock. They were just virtually rounded and perfect, and her nipples were always ripe. I had never imagined what breast milk tasted like, but seeing the drops on the tips of her beaded peaks had awakened something inside me. Something demonic and insatiable. And she had been so addictively sweet on my tongue last night, I just wanted more.

After dinner, I needed some space to get myself under control. This overwhelming sense of want was entirely unfamiliar to me, and if not careful, it might end up consuming