Sadie's POV

I have my fingers deep inside me when someone knocks on the front door.

It’s 2AM. The baby is asleep. Ethan; my husband, has been gone for eleven days on another business trip, and I’m lying in our bed wearing his t-shirt and nothing else with two fingers buried in my pussy, aching with need.

I listen but the knock doesn’t come again. I must have imagined it because I’m not expecting anyone.

Nobody warned me about this. The hormones after a baby turned my body into something feral. I’m wet all the time, and constantly sensitive.

Even the brush of fabric against my nipples makes me gasp....