My Boss’s Desire

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

Serena

I was sitting on Augusto’s bed, waiting for him to return to the room with the test results. Noah was squirming in my lap, searching for my breast. I tried to distract him with a toy, but he paid no attention to it.

We were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Augusto walked in, holding a few papers in his hands.

I looked at him anxiously, but his expression revealed nothing. He remained neutral, showing no emotion that might help me predict what would happen next.

“What’s the result?” I asked, unable to bear the suspense any longer. I adjusted Noah in my lap, settling him into a sitting position.

“Everything’s fine. The doctor said you can continue breastfeeding Noah.” He showed me the results, but I couldn’t make sense of what was written on the papers. Until a few minutes ago, I hadn’t even known the name of my condition.

I sighed with relief and smiled at Noah.

“Now you can eat.” I smiled, gently stroking his cheek, and he simply smiled back.

“Before you continue doing this, we need to discuss what we’re going to do, Serena.”

Augusto’s words interrupted my thoughts. I simply looked at him, waiting for him to explain what he had in mind.

“You can choose to keep breastfeeding Noah or stop and work as a conventional nanny. The decision is yours. Of course, if you continue nursing my son, I can offer you certain privileges.”

“I want to keep breastfeeding Noah, as long as you don’t have a problem with it.” I looked at him, waiting for an objection, but he merely nodded. “I know he was in bad shape before I arrived. I don’t know why I’m producing milk when I’ve never done anything to make it happen, but I know it can help Noah, and I want to help him.”

I took a deep breath and gazed at Noah’s angelic little face. It would be awful if he went back to the way he was before, going hungry and crying all day long.

“I don’t need any privileges for doing this, sir. I just want to keep my job and continue helping the child.”

He remained impassive, simply nodding before sitting down beside me.

“All right. You’ll have to move into the room next to Noah’s. He needs to be nursed throughout the day, so it’ll be easier during the night.”

I looked at him, about to refuse, but he continued.

“You don’t want him to go hungry in the middle of the night, do you?”

He looked me straight in the eyes, and I immediately shook my head.

“Then it’s settled. You’ll move into the room today. And you’ll get a raise. You need to replenish your vitamins and make sure you’re eating well. You’ll be properly compensated for everything you’re doing for Noah.”

I simply thanked him for everything he was doing. At that moment, I heard Noah let out a little cry as he tried to nurse through my blouse.

“I’ll feed you in a moment,” I murmured affectionately, looking at him before turning back to Augusto. “I need to nurse him.”

“You can nurse him in front of me. I’ll be present for every feeding to make sure nothing happens.”

I stared at him in confusion. What could possibly happen during breastfeeding? I was about to ask him, but Noah’s desperate cry brought me back to reality.

With some hesitation, I lifted my blouse and pulled my bra aside, exposing one breast. Noah latched on immediately, as though he hadn’t eaten in days. I stroked his head as he nursed eagerly. His tiny hands moved playfully against my chest while he enjoyed his meal.

I could feel Augusto’s breath near my shoulder. He was watching the scene with curiosity.

Anyone looking at us from the outside might have thought we were an ordinary family.

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Augusto

I watched Noah suckling at Serena’s breast. He looked happy, and for a moment, I wished I could feel that same happiness.

My eyes moved between my son and Serena’s nearly exposed breast. Part of me wondered what it would be like to be in the child’s place. I wanted to know what that milk would taste like on my tongue and what it would feel like as it slid down my throat.

I pushed those thoughts aside and waited for Serena to take Noah away from her breast and cover herself. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her n****e, which remained firm after the feeding and glistened with milk.

I took the child from her arms and let her finish getting dressed.

“He didn’t drink it all. I’ll express the milk from the other breast and store it for when he needs it,” Serena said as she stood up.

I simply nodded, rocked Noah in my arms, and put him to sleep.

“I’m going to my room to do that, and I’ll leave the milk in the refrigerator. You can use it if you need to.”

I nodded and turned my back to her. I needed to spend a little more time thinking about my own affairs and a little less time thinking about the nanny’s breasts.

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After reading a few reports, I decided to head to the kitchen for a snack. When I opened the refrigerator, I found a bottle of milk. A label on it displayed the date, the time, and Noah’s name.

The bottle piqued my curiosity. What did Serena’s milk taste like? Would it taste like cow’s milk, or would it have a flavor of its own?

I looked around to make sure I was alone. Then I picked up the bottle and took a sip.

It didn’t taste like ordinary milk. It was smoother and slightly sweet. There was something about the flavor that seemed special, almost comforting. I finished drinking the liquid and savored the sensation as it slid down my throat.

It was a taste I wanted to experience again. Perhaps even directly from the source.

I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts away. How could I be turning into such a depraved man that I was craving my own son’s food?

I washed the bottle and put it away. It would be better to go to bed and get some sleep.

As I passed Noah’s room, I glanced through the narrow gap in the door and saw Serena pulling him away from her breast before placing him in his crib. One of her breasts was still exposed, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her n****e. A drop of milk trickled down her skin, making the sight even more provocative.

My c**k hardened. I pressed my hand against it through my pants, trying to force myself away from the doorway.

I kept watching for a few more moments before finally walking away. I couldn’t keep peeking through the c***k in the door. Serena might see me and think I was some kind of p*****t.

I threw myself onto the bed, but the image of her breast wouldn’t leave my mind.

I lowered my pants and gave in to the fantasies I’d been trying to suppress. I imagined sucking on that breast while caressing the other with my hand, feeling its softness and the milk dampening my skin. The thought grew even more intense as I imagined Serena responding to my touch, her lips parting as a moan escaped them.

I continued indulging in the fantasy, imagining the sweet taste of her milk in my throat and the closeness of her body.

I was getting closer and closer to the edge, and she was the woman I would be thinking about that night.