The next night Mia felt the familiar heaviness returning even stronger. By the time the baby was fed, bathed, and put down for the night, her breasts were swollen and tight again, the skin stretched shiny over the full weight of milk. She had tried to pump a little earlier, but it only made her n*****s more sensitive and didn’t relieve much of the pressure. Now she moved around the house in nothing but a short silk robe, loosely tied at the waist. Every step made her heavy t**s sway, and warm milk kept leaking out, leaving small wet trails down her belly.
Alex came home a bit earlier than the night before. The second he stepped through the door and saw her in the kitchen, his eyes locked onto the way the robe barely covered her. The fabric was already damp in two spots over her n*****s.
