Six weeks postpartum, Dr. Thorne cleared Liora for sex.

“Everything looks great. You’re healing beautifully. No restrictions.”

After the appointment, Dashiell was quiet during the drive home.

“Something wrong?” Liora asked.

“No. Just thinking.”

“About?”

“About how long I’ve waited to have you completely. No restrictions. No holding back.”

Heat pooled low in Liora’s belly. “The divorce isn’t final yet—”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re mine. Legally will just catch up to reality.” He pulled into the penthouse garage. “And tonight, I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to.”

The words sent shivers down her spine.

Inside, the night nurse took Atlas. “I’ve got him for the evening. You two...