I'm at the amusement park with my husband and our daughter when my blouse—still damp from breastfeeding—catches the eye of a father from my daughter's kindergarten class.

He secretly takes pictures of me and starts blackmailing me, demanding a taste. My husband and our daughter are close by, but he grows bolder by the minute and orders me to undo his belt.

"I'm sure you wouldn't want your husband to find out about this, would you, Mrs. Bamrick?"

My name is Riley Bamrick. I had just finished fixing my clothes in the restroom. As I stepped outside and turned toward the trampoline area where my husband, Julian Bamrick, and my daughter, Lydia Bamrick, were, a strange man with an evil smile blocked my path.

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up.

The man chuckled.

"I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk."

His words grew more improper by the second.

A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

When he mentioned his name, I realized that I did remember him.

Finneas was powerfully built, clearly a regular at the gym. His arms were thick with muscle, their shape visible even through his T-shirt.

The smile on his face widened when he noticed my gaze.

He stepped closer and fixed his gaze solely on my chest. "It looks like your blouse's soaked again, Mrs. Bamrick."

His hot breath brushed against my face, making my cheeks burn hotter than before. Without thinking, I asked, "W-What do you want?"

To my surprise, my voice had taken on a slightly teasing tone.

Realization snapped me back to my senses. Julian was useless. Ever since meeting Finneas, I had had a few shameful dreams—and every single one of them featured him.

Now that he was standing right in front of me, I was too embarrassed to speak. That was why my voice sounded so wrong.

Finneas raised an eyebrow. He was clearly pleased by my reaction.

"Mrs. Bamrick," he said lightly. "I've only seen you a handful of times, but I haven't been able to forget you. When I saw you rushing into the restroom just now, I followed you, thinking you might need some help. I didn't think I'd…"

He trailed off, pulling out his phone. "I didn't think I'd see this."

My head buzzed the instant I saw the screen.

On his phone were pictures of me with my soaked blouse as I went to change. The images left nothing to the imagination.

I reached for the phone, but Finneas lifted his arm. I almost fell into his embrace before stopping myself at the last second.

Finneas' arm was mere inches away.

I was still breastfeeding, so being pressed so close to a strange man triggered something in me. I was too afraid to move.

Even though Lydia was older now, I had continued breastfeeding her because it provided superior nutrition. On top of that, my body produced far more milk than most women's.

That was why my clothes tended to be damp with milk.

As I shifted slightly, I could feel my blouse growing wetter again. A faint aroma of milk drifted through the air.

Finneas inhaled deeply. "What a memorable scent. I noticed it on you during the parent meeting, Mrs. Bamrick. It's incredible. I didn't think I'd ever get to experience it this close."

How was he so blunt?

I could feel my cheeks flush.

"But don't worry," he added. "I won't make you do anything extreme. I just need some warm milk. Once I get that, I'll delete the photos."

He looked down at me from above. As if he'd had everything planned, he reached behind him and pulled out a clear disposable cup.

Seeing it made my face burn. I shook my head. "I… I can't."

"Mrs. Bamrick, don't blame me for what happens next if you refuse my request. Have you considered the consequences if these photos get out? What would your husband think? And your daughter?" he threatened.

My body started trembling.

The mere thought of those images being exposed made my blood run cold. I shook uncontrollably.

However, my reaction only seemed to please him more. Finneas slowly looked me up and down. "So, have you thought it through? Are you going to offer me something warm to drink?"

Faced with his repeated threats and deliberate teasing, I clenched my teeth.

If I didn't comply, the consequences would be unthinkable. If giving him some of my milk could stop him from pushing further, it seemed fairly endurable.

"W-Would you delete all those photos once you get what you want?"

My eyes drifted back to the trampolines where Julian and Lydia were. I was already prepared to agree to Finneas' request.

Complying with Finneas was the only way I could maintain my innocence.

When Finneas heard me agree, he froze. Then, his eyes lit up as he said, "Come with me. Now."

My answer seemed to flip a switch in him. His gaze turned scorching, and he immediately guided me toward the restroom.

I, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. I couldn't even look at him.

Even though we weren't doing anything, the mere thought of fulfilling his request made my stomach knot with humiliation.

I'm a grown woman, and Finneas was a grown man. The thought of giving an adult man my milk was mortifying.

What scared me even more was the possibility that he'd keep filming while I did it.

I avoided meeting his eyes, compelled to ask him about it.

When the restroom finally cleared after someone exited, I spoke up. "Finneas, I've agreed to your request, so you're not going to film me, right?"

He shook his head. "Of course not. I just want some warm milk. I just miss the taste. Plus…"

Finneas immediately locked eyes with me when I looked up.

"Honestly, I've been into you for a long time. I noticed you at the parent meeting—your figure captivated me, and your scent sent shivers through me."

There was an intoxicated look in his eyes as he spoke. It made me relax—just a little.

I knew Finneas was threatening me, but I figured that I could work with it as long as he didn't push his luck.

"You have to keep your word," I said. "No more photos."

He nodded. "Relax. I won't. Now let's go into the men's room."

He lifted his phone and looked at me pointedly. He warned, "Don't try to run. If you refuse my request, I can't guarantee these photos won't end up online."

His threat sent a shiver down my spine.

My resigned look prompted Finneas to drop his gaze to the front of my blouse. "Look at that. You're soaked already. It's a good thing I'll help you take care of that in a bit."

He stepped into the men's restroom first.

After making sure that no one else was inside, he poked his head back out and beckoned me. "Hurry up. No one's here. It's the perfect place for us to have a little fun."

He licked his lips, his solid frame filling the doorway as he motioned me forward with his thick arms.

My heart raced, and my body moved toward the restroom of its own accord. I said, "Give me the cup. I'll fill it."

He shook his head. "I didn't bring you here to use a cup. You're giving it to me directly."

He gently but firmly pushed me into the last stall, which was narrow. My back hit the cold tiled wall as I stared at him in panic.

He was crossing a line. If he didn't want to use the cup, that would mean…

Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside.

Finneas slipped into the stall and quickly shut the door, his expression frantic.

"Someone's here," he whispered. "Keep your voice down. You don't want your husband or anyone else to find out, do you?"

Then, he threatened me again. "What are you just standing there for? I want the milk. Now. If you don't hurry, I'll send the photos straight to the kindergarten parents' group."

"Don't…"

My hands shook violently. Under his warning glare, I slowly reached for the buttons on my blouse.