“Those are the chances you take by exposing your breasts in here,” Cain said, running her hand down Emma’s back to her butt.

“I’ll have to remember that.” Emma moved to lie on top of her, smiling when Cain put both hands on Emma’s ass. “You make me feel so good.”

“That’s my job, and only my job.” She gave Emma a mock glare. “Remember, I’m the jealous type.”

“The truth is, you’ve ruined me for anyone else, so no worries.” Emma lowered her head and kissed the side of her mouth. “And I’m beginning to think my hormones will never get back to normal.” Emma rolled them over again, seeming to like the position this morning.

“Are you okay?” She pressed her thigh harder between Emma’s legs when she started rocking against her again.

“I’m fine, but I’m afraid of wearing you out if the craving for sex doesn’t start to slow.” Emma lifted her hips when Cain put her hand between them. “It wasn’t like this the last time.”

“Lass, IRS audits are something to complain about,” she said, pressing her fingers against Emma’s clit. “You craving sex isn’t something I’ll ever think of as a bad thing.” She kissed her way down Emma’s body until she reached the top of her sex. “That you’re wet and ready for me is a gift, never a hardship.”

“I love the way you talk to me, but right now I need you to shut up and put your mouth on me.” Emma lifted her hips and spread herself open. “Fuck,” she said when Cain flattened her tongue and swiped up hard and fast. Emma grabbed Cain’s hair and held her in place. “Put your fingers in…I need you to put them in.”

The way Emma moved and demanded she go harder proved that the first orgasm of the day hadn’t done much to calm the need in her. Cain smiled when Emma slammed her legs together, effectively trapping her head between her thighs. She didn’t let up and stilled her fingers when Emma let out a long moan and then pulled on her hair to get her to stop.

“I love you so much,” Emma said when she came up and held her. The declaration sounded weepy, but Cain was getting used to that as well. It was true that Emma’s hormones weren’t back to normal, but the doctor had said she was a long way from postpartum depression and to give it time.

“You okay?” she asked a few minutes later when Emma wiped her face with the sheet.

“This time it’s more from you overwhelming me than from anything bad. You’re that good, so live with it.”