In the gleaming towers of Vane Genetics, Nina Cross has spent years being invisible? the perfect assistant who keeps the machine running while no one notices the woman behind the spreadsheets.
Burnt out, overlooked, and aching for something more, she stumbles across a confidential internal posting: Executive Support Initiative. The compensation is obscene. The benefits include private housing, full medical, and "personal wellness optimization." It sounds like the promotion she's always wanted.
She applies.
The interview isn't in HR. It's after hours, in the CEO's private office, with Aris Vane himself conducting the assessment.
Aris doesn't ask about her typing speed or calendar management. He asks about her cycle, her health history, her willingness to surrender every last shred of control.
Because the Executive Support Initiative isn't a corner office.
It's a milking stall.
Aris Vane has spent years perfecting the Nurture Serum?a breakthrough compound designed to induce abundant lactation and peak fertility in select subjects. He needs the perfect candidate to prove it works. Someone biologically compatible. Someone who craves purpose so deeply she'll trade ambition for the primal satisfaction of being utterly, deliciously productive.
Nina should walk away.
Instead, she signs.
One injection, and her body begins to change?breasts swelling heavy and aching, nipples darkening and hypersensitive, a constant warm throb between her thighs that no amount of professional decorum can hide. Aris monitors every metric with cool, clinical fascination...until the day he locks his office door, unbuttons her silk blouse, and tastes her for the first time.
Sweet. Rich. Perfect.
Soon the sterile executive suite echoes with the rhythmic hum of automated pumps, Nina lost in blissful subspace while Aris watches, taking notes, growing harder with every ounce she yields. Praise falls from his lips like worship: Good girl. Such a productive girl. Look how beautifully you give.
But the serum's true potential is only unlocked through natural breeding cycles.
And Aris has every intention of claiming what's his.
A scorching hot office hucow transformation romance laced with praise, surrender, and lush biological obsession. Enthusiastic consent, luxurious corporate kink, and a deeply satisfying HEA where ambition meets abundance in the most decadent way possible.
If you crave clever, consensual power exchange wrapped in high-heat lactation and breeding fantasy, one-click The Executive's Vintage now.
Autorentext
By day, Linda Baker looks like she belongs in a high-rise corner office. With her sharp eye for detail and a penchant for perfectly tailored blazers, she projects the image of corporate control. But when the lights go down, she trades the spreadsheets for something much more volatile: the raw, uneven balance sheets of power, submission, and desire.
Linda doesn't believe in "vanilla." She believes in the electric tension that snaps when brilliant, powerful people lose control?or deliberately give it away.
Her novels are not for the faint of heart. Linda specializes in high-heat erotica that explores the psychological edges of arousal. She writes for the reader who wants to know how deep the rabbit hole really goes. Whether she is exploring dark cuckold dynamics in the elite echelon, ruthless corporate dominance, or complex humiliation fantasies, Linda delivers stories that are intelligent, intense, and unapologetically hardcore.
When she isn't orchestrating the ruin (or redemption) of a fictional financial titan, you can find her with a glass of vintage red wine, researching which moral boundary to cross next.
Motto:
"Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. I just document who gets to use it."