The clock read 2:44 a.m.
The house was still.
She hadn’t been able to sleep.
Her breasts ached again. Heavy. Leaking. Her shirt was soaked through. She’d changed it three times already, but it didn’t matter. Her body wouldn’t stop responding. Wouldn’t stop preparing for a baby that no longer existed.
But something else had taken its place.
She lay in bed with her thighs pressed together, her n*****s tingling and hard. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his mouth again. The way he had latched on. The groan that rumbled from his throat. The way he looked up at her like she wasn’t his godmother. Like she was his addiction.
Her legs were trembling. Her hand drifted under the covers, cupping her breast, massaging slowly to ease the pressure. Milk leaked instantly. She gasped.
She n
