Stepdad’s Milky Obsession: A Spicy Age Gap Stepfather And Daughter Romance With Lactation, Milking, and Pregnancy (Possessive Stepdad #1)

The last person I want to call is my stepfather.

Sterling is forty-three, six-foot-five, and sounds like he's already deciding my life for me before I finish explaining why I need help. He's a billionaire. A hockey legend. The kind of man who sends a car before you've said yes.

Hours later, I'm in his passenger seat with a duffel bag and a condition I'd rather die than explain.

My breasts produce milk. No pregnancy, no baby—just a body that won't stop leaking and a mother who stopped answering her phone. I've been managing it alone for a year with my arms crossed and my pride clenched tight.

Sterling doesn't let me manage it alone.

His hands. His mouth. The relief that turns into heat that turns into the kind of need I've never let myself feel because wanting things has only ever gotten me abandoned. He empties me in bathrooms, in gardens, on stone tables in broad daylight, and every time he puts his mouth on me I lose another piece of the wall I built to survive.

He's twenty-four years older. He's my stepfather. He's the man who offered me a future I'd stopped believing in.

I should be careful. Should protect myself.

I don't.

They'll call it wrong. Forbidden. Disgusting. The hockey legend and his stepdaughter, the age gap, the baby I'm carrying that proves exactly how little we held back.

Let them talk.

We were never good at being careful.