want to take too much after me.”
Nate threw back his head and laughed, which startled Olivia awake. Instead of crying, she just eyed her parents curiously before lifting one side of her mouth in what Casey loved to joke was a pity smile. “I’m pretty sure that little smirk is all yours, babe,” Nate teased.
“Then we’re in serious trouble.”
Using his free hand, he smacked her playfully on the behind. “I guess I better get this wee one upstairs and into bed,” Nate said.
Casey didn’t bother asking him if he was hungry. She knew he scarfed something down on the way home so that all of his time could be devoted to Olivia. “You head on up, and I’ll grab her bottle.”
“Thanks, babe,” Nate said before bestowing a kiss on her cheek.
The corners of her mouth turned up with pleasure as she listened to Nate chatter to Olivia on the way up the stairs. Casey then went into the kitchen to grab the bottle of milk she had pumped earlier. Letting Nate do the before bed bottle was one way she was able to make him a part of Olivia’s feeding schedule.
When she got to the nursery, she found Nate at the changing table. As he blew raspberries on Olivia’s bare tummy, she giggled and kicked her legs. “She already needed changing again?” Casey questioned as she sat the bottle down on the table beside the glider.
“Someone had a massive blow out in her diaper on the way up the stairs.”
Casey giggled as she came to Nate’s side. “Good going, baby girl. Save those for Daddy.”
Olivia grinned at Casey while Nate only shook his head. After he put on a fresh diaper, he buttoned up Olivia’s pink and white sleeper. Turning to Casey, he said, “I’ve got it. You go on and do what you need to do.”
Leaning up on her tiptoes, she planted a kiss on his lips. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Casey then kissed Olivia’s cheek. “Love you, too, Livvie Boo.”
At Olivia’s little coo of a response, Casey’s heart melted. When she got to the doorway, she glanced back one last time at Nate and Olivia. Some nights she loved to just hang around and watch the two of them interact. It might’ve meant not getting to watch a little TV or read, but it was well worth it.
But not tonight.
Tonight she was a woman on a mission—a seduction specific one. She wouldn’t think about the laundry piling up around the washing machine or the dirty dishes in the sink. No, they could all go fuck themselves for all she cared. She was going to have some mind-blowing sex—the kind she and Nate used to have pre-Olivia.
Over the last week with sex being MIA, Casey came to realize how different things were for her and Nate in the bedroom. Even after all the years she and Nate had been together, she could still count on sex being a consistent four to five times a week. And they weren’t just “let’s get it over with” quickies before bed either.
Ever the patient and understanding husband, Nate hadn’t been the first one to initiate sex post Olivia’s birth. During her healing time, she had thrown him the obligatory bone, so to speak, for his boners in the form of either hand or blowjobs. In the end, she had been the one eager to get intimate again after her doctor cleared her for action.
When the first few times weren’t as toe curling as before, she chalked it up to her being tired, to postpartum hormones, to Olivia being in her bassinet next to the bed. She even went as far to blame it on the fact it was a full moon—anything not to have to question that something was wrong. But as time passed and things didn’t improve, Casey didn’t just worry—she began to panic.
Sex had defined who she was ever since she lost her virginity at sixteen. She hadn’t been stereotypical girl pressured to give in to some horny guy. She had been equally as horny as her boyfriend. Once she’d had her first taste of sex, she wanted more and more. Before she had someone like Samantha Jones on Sex and the City to relate to, she
Nate threw back his head and laughed, which startled Olivia awake. Instead of crying, she just eyed her parents curiously before lifting one side of her mouth in what Casey loved to joke was a pity smile. “I’m pretty sure that little smirk is all yours, babe,” Nate teased.
“Then we’re in serious trouble.”
Using his free hand, he smacked her playfully on the behind. “I guess I better get this wee one upstairs and into bed,” Nate said.
Casey didn’t bother asking him if he was hungry. She knew he scarfed something down on the way home so that all of his time could be devoted to Olivia. “You head on up, and I’ll grab her bottle.”
“Thanks, babe,” Nate said before bestowing a kiss on her cheek.
The corners of her mouth turned up with pleasure as she listened to Nate chatter to Olivia on the way up the stairs. Casey then went into the kitchen to grab the bottle of milk she had pumped earlier. Letting Nate do the before bed bottle was one way she was able to make him a part of Olivia’s feeding schedule.
When she got to the nursery, she found Nate at the changing table. As he blew raspberries on Olivia’s bare tummy, she giggled and kicked her legs. “She already needed changing again?” Casey questioned as she sat the bottle down on the table beside the glider.
“Someone had a massive blow out in her diaper on the way up the stairs.”
Casey giggled as she came to Nate’s side. “Good going, baby girl. Save those for Daddy.”
Olivia grinned at Casey while Nate only shook his head. After he put on a fresh diaper, he buttoned up Olivia’s pink and white sleeper. Turning to Casey, he said, “I’ve got it. You go on and do what you need to do.”
Leaning up on her tiptoes, she planted a kiss on his lips. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Casey then kissed Olivia’s cheek. “Love you, too, Livvie Boo.”
At Olivia’s little coo of a response, Casey’s heart melted. When she got to the doorway, she glanced back one last time at Nate and Olivia. Some nights she loved to just hang around and watch the two of them interact. It might’ve meant not getting to watch a little TV or read, but it was well worth it.
But not tonight.
Tonight she was a woman on a mission—a seduction specific one. She wouldn’t think about the laundry piling up around the washing machine or the dirty dishes in the sink. No, they could all go fuck themselves for all she cared. She was going to have some mind-blowing sex—the kind she and Nate used to have pre-Olivia.
Over the last week with sex being MIA, Casey came to realize how different things were for her and Nate in the bedroom. Even after all the years she and Nate had been together, she could still count on sex being a consistent four to five times a week. And they weren’t just “let’s get it over with” quickies before bed either.
Ever the patient and understanding husband, Nate hadn’t been the first one to initiate sex post Olivia’s birth. During her healing time, she had thrown him the obligatory bone, so to speak, for his boners in the form of either hand or blowjobs. In the end, she had been the one eager to get intimate again after her doctor cleared her for action.
When the first few times weren’t as toe curling as before, she chalked it up to her being tired, to postpartum hormones, to Olivia being in her bassinet next to the bed. She even went as far to blame it on the fact it was a full moon—anything not to have to question that something was wrong. But as time passed and things didn’t improve, Casey didn’t just worry—she began to panic.
Sex had defined who she was ever since she lost her virginity at sixteen. She hadn’t been stereotypical girl pressured to give in to some horny guy. She had been equally as horny as her boyfriend. Once she’d had her first taste of sex, she wanted more and more. Before she had someone like Samantha Jones on Sex and the City to relate to, she
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