Semua Bab Breeding the Surrogate: Bab 21 - Bab 26

They didn’t call her over again before four o’clock.Lili sat at her desk, legs crossed tightly, her thin bra brushing painfully against her sensitive nipples with every breath.With each ticking minute, the tension built higher, tighter, until the clock edged closer to four, and her hope of release finally began to fade.Strangely, she’d been craving this hour, almost as much as the release she’d been denied. That hour of closeness, of being touched and held and spoken to, had undone her in a way she hadn’t expected. It didn’t ease the ache. Not exactly. But it made her feel wanted. Claimed.The clock struck four, and somewhere across the room, a chime sounded.Neither of them said anything at first.Then Cade crossed the entire room to her desk. Without a word, he slipped his arms around her waist from behind, drawing her gently into him. His chest pressed against her back as he bent his head, nuzzling the curve of her neck.He breathed her in.Her eyes fluttered closed, her whole b

By the time Lili stepped into the office on Friday morning, her whole body was buzzing.She was already dreading the weekend. Forty-eight hours without them. Without commands or praise. Without any chance of release. Her mind reeled at the thought of sitting alone in that apartment, no eyes on her, no instructions keeping her steady. No touches.She was dressed like always: short black skirt, fitted white shirt, stockings tight over her thighs, and the sheerest scrap of lace hidden beneath it all. The same outfit they required. The same one that had stopped feeling like a humiliation and started feeling like... a promise.Her thong was already damp. Again.She spotted Beckett the moment she stepped inside. He was standing by his desk, dark suit crisp, shirt open at the throat. His eyes, those eyes, found her instantly.A shiver of heat shot through her.All she could see was the wall of her apartment, the way his body had pressed hers to it, the grip of his hand around her throat, the

Lili's breath hitched, her eyes flicking down.Beckett’s cock was thick and flushed, the tip already glistening. Her mouth went dry. She hadn’t seen many but she was certain: he was big. Long, heavy, with veins ridging the shaft and a weight that made her stomach clench with nerves. Raw, physical attraction rolled through her, chased by something sharper: intimidation. Wanting it and fearing it all at once.He watched her face as she stared. No teasing, no arrogance. Just quiet dominance.“Start slow,” Cade said from somewhere behind her. “Lick the tip. Use your tongue first. No hands.”Her pulse thundered. She leaned in slowly, heart hammering, and parted her lips. Her tongue moved, hesitant, tracing the sensitive head. She heard Beckett’s sharp inhale above her.“Good,” Cade murmured. “Now again.”She obeyed. Another slow lick. Then she wrapped her lips around the crown and gently sucked.Beckett’s hand moved to the back of her head, firm but not pushing.“Deeper,” he said quietly