The next night Tasha could hardly sit still. All day her breasts had felt even heavier, the milk building up again until they were tight and throbbing. She had fed the baby earlier, but it didn’t seem to empty them enough. By the time evening came, her tank top was already damp again, and her p***y kept getting wet every time she remembered Jamal’s mouth on her.
She put the baby to bed early, made sure he was deep asleep, then took a quick shower. Instead of putting clothes back on, she slipped into a short silk robe and left it untied. The cool air on her naked skin made her n*****s harden and leak a little more. She waited on the couch, heart beating fast, thighs pressed together to ease the ache between them.
Right at nine-thirty she heard the soft knock. When she opened the door, Jam
