**Chapter 1: The Tease of Bare Skin**
The house was quiet, save for the soft cooing of their newborn in the crib down the hall. Ethan sat on the edge of the couch, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on his thigh. Six weeks. Six agonizing weeks since their daughter arrived, and six weeks since he’d felt the heat of Lila’s body against his. The doctor had been clear—recovery took time, and Lila’s body needed rest. But knowing that didn’t stop the ache in his groin, the persistent throb that had become his constant companion.
Lila emerged from the bedroom, her silk robe hanging loosely off her shoulders, barely tied at the waist. Her curves, fuller now after pregnancy, were on brazen display, the fabric slipping just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra—hell, she hadn’t worn one in days. Ethan’s jaw tightened as his eyes traced the outline of her body, his fingers itching to touch.
“You’re staring, babe,” Lila said, her voice dripping with amusement as she leaned against the doorway. Her dark hair fell in messy waves over one shoulder, and a smirk played on her lips. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue, or is it something else?”
Ethan shifted uncomfortably, the bulge in his jeans impossible to hide. “You know damn well what’s the matter,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “You’re walking around like that on purpose, Lila. Don’t play innocent.”
She laughed, a sharp, knowing sound that sent a jolt straight to his cock. “Oh, come on, Ethan. I’m just comfortable. Postpartum life, you know? Clothes are overrated when you’re up every two hours with a baby. Or are you saying I should cover up?” She raised an eyebrow, daring him as she tugged the robe a little looser, exposing more of her smooth, bare skin.
“Fuck, Lila,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “You’re killing me. You know I can’t touch you yet, and you’re just… flaunting it.”
She sauntered over, her hips swaying with every step, and stopped just out of reach. “Flaunting? Honey, this is my house. If I wanna walk around naked, I will. And if it makes you hard as a rock, well, that’s just a bonus.” Her eyes glinted with mischief as she leaned forward, giving him a deliberate view down her robe. “Besides, blue balls build character. You’ll survive.”
Ethan groaned, his hands clenching into fists. “You’re a sadist, you know that? I’m dying over here, and you’re getting off on it.”
Lila straightened up, her grin wicked. “Maybe I am. Maybe I like seeing you squirm. Maybe I’m just as horny as you are, Ethan, but I’ve got more self-control.” She licked her lips, her gaze dropping to the obvious strain in his pants. “Or maybe I’m just waiting for the right moment to pounce.”
His breath hitched, and he stood, closing the distance between them in two strides. “Don’t play games with me, woman. I’m this close to losing it.”
She didn’t back down, her chin tilting up defiantly as she met his gaze. “Good. I want you on edge. I want you so desperate that when I’m ready, you’ll be begging for my pussy. And trust me, babe, I’m already wet just thinking about it.”
Ethan’s control snapped at her words, his hands reaching for her waist, but she stepped back with a teasing laugh, wagging a finger. “Not yet, big boy. Doctor’s orders. But soon… oh, soon, I’m gonna ride you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
He was sweating now, his chest heaving as he stared at her, the promise of her words burning through him. Lila turned, letting the robe slip just enough to show the curve of her ass as she walked away, leaving him panting and aching in her wake. The tension was unbearable, and he knew—when the time came, it was going to be explosive.
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