An Unexpected Sensation novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Howard seemed to sense my discomfort and whispered in my ear again.

My mind was hazy, and before I could even process what was happening, I felt a wet sensation

on my ear.

He was lightly licking it!

I realized how awkward the situation had become and wanted it to stop. But my body felt

weak, completely unable to move.

Howard’s mouth traced down from my ear slowly.

His hands weren’t satisfied with just my chest. They gradually moved downward.

Pleasure flooded through me, and for a moment, I thought maybe I should just give in this

once.

His technique was incredible. Just his hands alone sent me to the peak of bliss.

Suddenly, he stopped. I lifted my blindfold and saw him beginning to pull down his pants.

Heat shot through me. I knew this was wrong, yet my body betrayed me.

He looked at me and smiled softly; his handsome face made my heart flutter even more. Ma’am, is it okay?”

I cursed silently. Of all times, he had to ask that now. I nodded quickly.

Right then, my baby, Olive Jennings, started crying from the bedroom.

The fog in my mind cleared instantly. As a mother, instinct took over. I forced myself to push past every sensation and shoved Howard away, stumbling as I rushed toward the bedroom.

Olive must have been hungry. Her little face was red from crying.

I felt a pang of guilt, realizing I’d nearly neglected her.

After cleaning her up, I fed her. Once she had milk, she stopped crying and blinked at me.

Looking at her face-so much like Kent’s-I felt nothing but regret..

I had almost made an irreversible mistake.

My anger flared. I was convinced Howard was the reason things had gone too far. “Leave now,

I said sharply. “I’ll wire the payment later.”

He seemed to realize he’d missed his chance. Without saying much, he nodded and left.

Chapter 5

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When I finished feeding Olive and walked back out, the living room looked untouched. I pulled up the footage from today and deleted it all, telling myself this would be the last time.

The next day, Kent returned. He didn’t seem to notice anything wrong and didn’t even think to check any footage on the baby monitor.

After the last session, the blockage had eased a little. But the relief didn’t last long. After some time, the pain returned.

I told myself I would never call Howard again and started booking female lactation consultants instead. They helped a little, but it was only temporary, as their technique

couldn’t match Howard’s.

One evening, Kent watched me struggle to feed Olive. Worry creased his face. “Maybe you should go back to that male consultant. You’re hurting too much like this…”

I refused.

He didn’t understand and kept urging me. I couldn’t help but smile bitterly, not daring to reveal the truth. If he knew how close I’d come to making a mistake, he probably wouldn’t

have suggested that.

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