The office was silent, hushed under the weight of a long day. Lights dimmed, keyboards quiet, the hum of the central air the only sign the building still lived. Leah Monroe stood hunched in the break room, her white blouse stained just below the breast. The thin, lacy bra she wore had long since given up trying to hold the growing pressure of her milk. She hadn’t had time to pump—again. She thought she could manage one more hour, finish that stupid report, and get home before her body betrayed her.
She was wrong.
Her breasts were hot, swollen, aching. Her n*****s throbbed with fullness, sensitivity bordering on pain, and now the evidence was there—seeping through her shirt, damp and sticky against her skin. She clutched one arm over her chest, panic flaring in her throat as she dropped t
