My Sweet Milky Fountain

Ask a colleague to help with breastfeeding

Early the next morning, Amanda hurriedly expressed milk before leaving the house, squeezed on the subway to go to work, and started a day of work in chaos.

Leo's seat was just across from her, separated by a partition, so he could be seen when she looked up or down.

He leisurely drank his morning coffee, not experiencing the awkwardness of rushing like her.

It was said that he had his own car and arrived at the company first to avoid the morning rush hour. He would exercise in the gym downstairs before work and still hadn't arrived at his work time.

In terms of reputation, Leo was indeed a self-disciplined man, much better than their boss who was unpredictable.

After ten o'clock, Amanda finished a round of busy work, stood up and stretched, yawning. Her breasts followed suit, and she had to adjust her clothes.

Leo seemed to glance at her, then lowered his head and smiled to himself.

Amanda paused for a moment, then hurriedly sat back down.

Yesterday's words suddenly came to her mind again.

Could it be true that he wanted to help her "manage her milk"?

Suddenly, explicit thoughts filled Amanda's mind. She didn't dare to imagine an attractive adult man breastfeeding during work hours.

Just the fleeting thought made her lower body heat up, and some sticky liquid leaked out.

Their boss happened to pass by and casually glanced at Amanda.

Amanda felt like she had been caught red-handed and immediately acted professional, her eyes busy on the computer screen.

Their boss's surname was Dan, nicknamed "Mr. Damn" Although he was nearing his forties and still unmarried, his face was breathtakingly handsome, but his temper was even more overwhelming. Female colleagues joked privately that if they didn't work properly, they would have to become Zack's wife, and anyone with a masochistic tendency would submit.

Amanda busily shook off her distracting thoughts. Regardless of Leo's true intentions, he helped her yesterday, so she should thank him properly.

She communicated with Leo privately through the company's internal communication software: Hi, are you free for lunch? I want to thank you for helping me yesterday.

After sending the message, Amanda unexpectedly felt that the man across the partition adjusted his sitting posture.

Then, his reply came.

Leo: Okay.

Amanda: Alright, I will make a reservation.

Amanda left work early and booked a private room at a restaurant near the company.

Leo was inevitably surprised when he arrived, thinking that they could just eat in the restaurant.

Amanda didn't want her colleagues to see them together, to avoid gossip.

Her ears felt hot. "Because I arrived early, the waiter brought me here."

Leo didn't doubt her, and didn't say anything more.

During the meal, the topics mostly revolved around work, avoiding awkward silences but lacking intense passion.

Two people occupying a large table felt quiet and strange.

When the fruit arrived after the meal, Amanda felt that she had made a wise decision. The awkwardness was no longer caused by the environment or atmosphere, but by herself.

Her breasts were tingling again.

Wearing dark clothes in the summer was too hot. Today, she had chosen a loose short-sleeved white shirt. Although her bra wasn't completely wet, she could already feel the heaviness of the dampness that could turn the white fabric transparent in minutes.

She felt uncomfortable and shifted.

Unexpectedly, Leo, who observed attentively, was not unfamiliar with her small actions.

Even Amanda couldn't control herself before her blouse got soaked yesterday.

Leo put down the fruit, took a tissue, and gently wiped his lips. He hesitated and glanced at her full breasts.

"Are you... alright?"

Blushing, Amanda lowered her head, then lifted it again after a moment. She gritted her teeth, and the dampness almost spilled out of her eyes.

Leo couldn't stand seeing a woman cry and hurriedly comforted her. "What happened? You can tell me, there's no one else here."

Amanda sniffled, "You could tell, right?"

Leo's gaze fell on her breasts, and he cleared his throat with difficulty. "I just had a guess."

Although the table was large, their seats were close enough that if she opened her legs a little, she could touch his knee.

Amanda tentatively placed one hand on his thigh. Her movements were light, and he could resist at any moment.

But Leo didn't resist.

She hesitated and said, "You said yesterday that you could help me. Is that true?"

Leo glanced at that hand, pale and delicate, as if it had been nourished by milk. He lightly covered the back of her hand, held it for a moment, and nodded. "How can I help you?"

If Amanda needed help expressing milk, it would be better to buy a breast pump. She didn't want to do anything and wanted to empty her breasts without dealing with the waste.

She looked at his handsome but still somewhat unfamiliar face and made a request more embarrassing than exposing her lactating body. "Can you... help me by consuming it?"

Leo's gaze involuntarily dropped and fixed on that pair of plump breasts. He tried his best to conceal his desire, which made him even more charming.

Amanda's lower body shamefully responded with wetness.

Leo's ears reddened, Adam's apple bobbed, and he firmly held her hand. "Let's go to my car."