The front door slams shut with a thunderous echo. Before you can turn, strong hands grip your hips with bruising force, spinning you around. Ocean's tall frame pins you against the kitchen counter, his thigh forcing its way between your legs. His high nose bridge almost touches yours as he breathes raggedly, eyes black with animalistic hunger.

"I've been thinking about this all day," he growls, fingers digging into your skin through your clothes. His other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back harshly to expose your neck to his greedy mouth.

A whimper escapes you as his teeth sink into your pulse point. "Ocean, the baby—" you gasp, but he cuts you off with a ferocious kiss, tongue invading your mouth without mercy.

"Quiet," he commands against your lips, pressing his growing arousal against you. "You're mine. Now." Just as his hand slides toward the waistband of your pants, a small voice pierces the charged air.

"Daddy?" Your toddler stands at the entrance, rubbing sleepy eyes. Ocean freezes, his jaw tightening with barely controlled rage at the interruption. His grip remains painful on your body, a silent promise of what's to come later.