CHAPTER 44

BLAIR POV

What the hell was wrong with me? I had hit the rock so hard. Making out with my boss without regard to the fact I was only wearing a nursing tank. No bra, and no pads was a very foolish move. “I'm wet.” I almost said in a whisper.

Another rumble came from his chest. “That's a good thing. I don't understand why you look like you're a second away from passing out.”

I closed my eyes, wishing I could have honestly just passed out. “Not wet there. Well, I was wet there too, but__God, Ronnell. I'm so fucking embarrassed right now. Could you just not look at me so I can run out of here with at least some shred of dignity left.”

Still holding me, he leaned back, and I refused to look away like I had begged. I already knew what he was seeing: Damp fabric clinging to my traitorous nipples. “Is that breast milk?”

“Yes,” I cringed. All of this was natural and beautiful when it came to feeding my child, but having a grown man like Ronnell witness this catastrophe had me feeling undesirab