It was almost midnight when Elena pushed open the door to the private clinic. The waiting room was empty, lights dimmed low. She had been hesitating all evening, but the ache in her chest had become unbearable. Her breasts felt so full and tight they throbbed with every step. Milk had already started leaking through her bra and into her loose white blouse, leaving two dark, wet circles around her n*****s.
Dr. Marcus Kane was the only doctor still there. He was a tall man, broad-shouldered and strong, with dark hair and intense eyes that always seemed to see too much. He had a reputation for being calm and professional, but tonight, when Elena walked into his office, something in the air shifted the second their eyes met.
“Elena, right? Come in and sit on the table,” he said, his voice lo
