Emma adjusted her oversized sunglasses and maternity sundress in the rearview mirror of her car, her heart hammering with a familiar mix of fear and excitement. At twenty-two weeks pregnant, her belly was prominently rounded, impossible to hide even under loose clothing. She had told Mark she was meeting an old friend for lunch and maybe doing some baby shopping afterward. He had kissed her belly goodbye that morning, completely trusting, completely oblivious.
The truth was far riskier. Jax had texted her that morning: *My office. 12:30. Lunch break. Private office on the 18th floor. Don’t wear panties, pregnant slut. I want easy access to what’s mine.*
She parked in the underground garage of the sleek downtown office building where Jax worked in upper management. The thrill of doing thi
