That is, until Jason. My brooding, forty-year-old bodyguard who’s been shadowing my every move for months. He looks at me like he wants to devour me whole, and god help me, I want to let him.
But he doesn’t know my secret. The one I’m so ashamed of, the one I hide from the world. The fact that I started lactating six months ago for no reason at all.
When he finds out, I expect him to be disgusted. To run. Instead, his control snaps. He wants me - every part of me. My body, my milk, my heart, my future. He wants to put a ring on my finger and a baby in my belly.
I’m twenty-one years old, a world-famous pop star, and I’ve never been touched.
But my bodyguard is about to claim every inch of me.
