The clock on the wall ticked with agonizing slowness, each second amplifying the storm brewing inside me; all the helpers had been excused for the night.
Because I understood what his return involved.
The thought of it made my lower belly swell with excitement.
I almost blushed; no, I indeed felt my lips burn red.
I shifted in my seat, my silk dress rustling softly against the leather couch. I chose silk because if it's slack, he wouldn't have to struggle around it.
The mansion was too quiet—too empty without the laughter of my daughter or the reassuring presence of my mother. I looked around imagining them around. The thought of them out there alone, possibly in danger, made my throat tighten.
My breasts felt unbearably tight, the pressure mounting as a warm trickle of milk seeped into my bra. A sudden twitch sent a sharp ache through me, a physical reminder of my daughter's absence.
My Penny…
