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Reagan watches the slideshow in excited fascination, and when it’s done, he demands to know when Ariel will be joining us.
“In a few days,” I say. “Our lawyers are wrapping up all the paperwork as we speak.”
“I can’t wait!” Reagan bounces up and down, and I know exactly how he feels. Evan and I can’t wait to meet our new daughter either.
We haven’t slept a wink since we learned that this is finally happening.
Reagan, being a ten-year-old, is already moving on to the next most exciting topic. “When can I ride the jet ski?” he asks, not pausing in his bounce.
“First thing tomorrow,” Evan and I say in unison. We knew this question was coming so we came prepared.
“Cool.” Reagan gestures toward the boisterous noise. “I’m going to go say hi to my friends.”
He dashes away to where the camp kids are, and Evan and I grin at each other, then go mingle with the rest of the guests. My heart isn’t in it, though. I want to watch Reagan be happy—but he’s now of that age where I’d embarrass him if I got too close when he’s with friends. Also, a part of me wants to fast-forward through the next few days until Ariel is here. Or at the very least, I’d like to fast-forward through this party so I can be alone with Evan in our ginormous bedroom.
Alas, the party is just beginning.
“When did you decide to adopt?” Jolene asks when we get to her and Dorothy.
“Six months ago,” Evan replies, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
“Sorry I didn’t tell you guys,” I say sheepishly. “I didn’t want to jinx anything.”
“I’m just surprised,” Dorothy says. “All you’ve talked about lately is IVF.”
Evan and I exchange a glance, and he nods, confirming that he’s okay with me sharing this with my closest friends.
“We’ve done that too,” I say. “And we now have a frozen embryo—a boy—for when we want to grow our family further.”
“Wow,” Dorothy says.
“Tell me all about it,” Jolene says. “Don’t leave out a single detail.”
I know she’s asking about IVF because she’s been thinking about something that sounds equally like a neat idea and something from a Jerry Springer episode: using Dorothy’s egg and Jolene’s brother’s sperm to make a baby that Jolene would carry to term.
Evan—who doesn’t know any of this—tells them about our journey, and I join in from time to time. After that, we go mingle with more people and drink more champagne.
The champagne makes me extra aware of how sexy Evan is, and when the dancing starts, I’m just about ready to jump his bones. After what feels like a year of forced celibacy, folks finally start to leave—or head to the guest rooms upstairs in the case of the out-of-state visitors. A few more chaste hours later, Evan and I finally find ourselves alone—and a little tipsy, at least on my end.
“Race you there,” I say with a grin and sprint for the bedroom.
Evan is either even more drunk than I am, or he lets me win—no doubt because he likes the way my bosom heaves after a sprint.
“That was a great party.” Eyes heated, Evan locks the door and puts on some sexy music.
“It was.” I let my cocktail dress drop to the floor. “Amazing.”
Evan strips just as swiftly, unleashing Vitamin D in all its splendor. “Take those panties off,” he demands.
I do as I’m told, then preemptively slip off my bra and let my hair down.
“Just like that. Now bend over the bed.” Evan accompanies his order with a stroke of his cock.
I get into the position he wants me in, and then I flush as I feel the cool AC air on the soaking-wet parts of me. The skin on my legs breaks out in gooseflesh.
“Touch yourself.” Evan’s voice is right behind me, his warm breath on my bottom.
Biting my cheek, I press on my clit just as Evan’s tongue slides between my butt cheeks.
