Chapter 1: The Forbidden Dance
The nursery was quiet, save for the soft hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand. Ethan leaned against the doorframe, his broad shoulders tense, eyes locked on Mia as she stood by the crib. Their newborn, Lily, was finally asleep after a marathon of midnight cries. But it wasn’t the baby that had Ethan’s pulse racing—it was Mia.
She was a vision, standing there in nothing but a loose, sheer tank top that clung to her postpartum curves like a second skin. Her breasts, fuller now, strained against the fabric, and the hem barely covered the swell of her hips. She’d ditched her bra weeks ago, claiming it was ‘too uncomfortable,’ and Ethan had been silently suffering ever since. Six weeks postpartum, and the doctor’s strict ‘no sex’ rule was a guillotine over his desires. Blue balls didn’t even begin to cover it.
Mia caught his stare in the dim light and smirked, turning slowly to face him. ‘What’s that look for, babe?’ she teased, her voice a low purr as she adjusted the strap of her top, letting it slip just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of skin. ‘You look like a starving wolf.’
Ethan groaned, running a hand through his dark hair. ‘You’re killing me, Mia. You know exactly what you’re doing, parading around like that. It’s been six weeks of torture, and you’re just… weaponizing your nudity.’
She laughed, a sharp, wicked sound, and sauntered over to him, her hips swaying with every step. ‘Weaponizing? Oh, come on, Ethan. I’m just existing. Can’t a girl be comfortable in her own home?’ She stopped inches from him, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off her body, smell the faint lavender of her skin. Her eyes glinted with mischief. ‘Or are you saying I should cover up? Hide all this… just for you?’
‘Don’t play innocent,’ he shot back, his voice rough with frustration. ‘You’re not just existing. You’re taunting me. Every damn day. Bending over to pick up toys, stretching in those tiny shirts. I’m dying here, and you’re loving it.’
Mia tilted her head, her lips curling into a sly grin. ‘Maybe I am. Maybe I like seeing you squirm. It’s only fair, don’t you think? I carried Lily for nine months, pushed her out of me, and now I’m supposed to just… ignore how horny you are? Nah, babe. You get to suffer a little.’ She reached out, tracing a finger down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his sweatpants. ‘Builds character.’
Ethan’s jaw clenched, his hands twitching at his sides. ‘You’re a sadist. You know I’m hard as hell right now, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Doctor’s orders.’
‘Oh, poor baby,’ she mocked, stepping even closer, her breath hot against his ear. ‘All pent up with nowhere to go. Must be so hard for you.’ Her hand slid lower, brushing against the bulge in his pants, and he hissed through his teeth. ‘Oops. Did I do that?’
‘Mia,’ he growled, his voice a warning. ‘You’re playing with fire. Keep this up, and I’m not gonna be responsible for what happens when that six-week mark hits.’
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes blazing with challenge. ‘Good. I’m counting on it. Because when that day comes, Ethan, I’m not just gonna let you fuck me. I’m gonna make you beg for it.’ Her words dripped with promise, and she pressed herself against him, her curves molding to his frame. He could feel every inch of her—her breasts, her thighs, the heat between her legs teasing him through the thin fabric.
His hands gripped her hips instinctively, pulling her closer, and she let out a soft, taunting laugh. ‘Not yet, tiger. You’ve got three more days of this hell. Think you can survive?’
Ethan’s breath was ragged, his body screaming for release as he stared down at her. ‘I’m gonna make you pay for this, Mia. Every second of this tease. When I finally get my hands on you, that ass of yours is mine.’
‘Promises, promises,’ she whispered, her lips brushing his jaw before she pulled away, leaving him panting and aching in the doorway. She glanced over her shoulder as she walked toward their bedroom, her silhouette a cruel temptation. ‘Sweet dreams, babe. Don’t stay up too long… thinking about me.’
Ethan cursed under his breath, his body on fire, knowing full well sleep was the last thing on his mind. Three more days. He wasn’t sure he’d make it.
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