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A satisfied grin on his face, Jules used the back of his hand to wipe Amber’s love juices dripping from his chin. He then slinked up to Amber and kissed her neck passionately then her lips and they both devoured each other hungrily for a moment, enjoying each other’s body. Amber couldn’t wait to go down on her husband and she playfully pushed him on his back on the bed, a look of delight on his face as she unzipped his pants and eased him out of his silk boxer shorts, freeing his long, hard erection. She held his throbbing shaft in her hand and stroked it gently up and down, enjoying the low groans coming from his lips. Amber lowered her head to her husband’s manhood and extended her wet tongue over his shaft as he moaned in pleasure. She continued to claim his erection between her soft lips, moving up and down his length while moving her hand in motion to the base, sucking hard then soft until he came violently, his warm release spilling over. She moaned with satisfaction.
Amber reached for the condom in the drawer and couldn’t wait to rip it open and roll over on Jules’s manhood. She wanted him deep inside her. Her body was on fire, sizzling uncontrollably for his sweet invasion. Even though she knew they were both healthy, it seemed like the best way to have intimacy. Besides, she knew it was her only source of birth control—just in case the doc had been wrong about Jules’s not being able to impregnate her.
In the romantic candlelit room, they at long last consummated their love. Before long, Jules was inside her, filling her, pleasuring her to soaring heights as he made love to her. Amber tightened around his well-proportioned erection enjoying the feel of him thrusting inside her, moving hard and fast, pounding inside her flesh, shaking the bed and rocking her world. The heat of his passion filled her as he ravenously devoured her with his passion. Amber wrapped her legs around his firm waist and moaned uncontrollably as he pounded with lustful abandon. She could not believe how good Jules felt. What had she been missing out on?
His lovemaking was incredible. Gusts of desire overtook her body. His hardness electrified her. She came, not once, but several times as he pleasured her to carnal heights, loving her body, caressing her and pleasing her with his currents of desire. Oh, God. Jules was an amazing lover. Ecstasy rippled through her entire body.
After she came hard, Jules’s body convulsed with orgasmic release as well. Her blood pumped hard and fast in her body as he collapsed on top of her. Both breathing hard and heavy as they embraced each other after their magical experience. Deep sexual gratification assuaged them.
Amber had never experienced such mind-blowing passion that caused a rush of blood to course through her veins like that. She ran her fingers over Jules’s taut muscles and sculpted chest, feeling sated and rejuvenated. The pleasure was pure and explosive between them. The chemistry was awesome and unique, especially the way Jules caressed and admired every inch of her body making her feel special and loved in every way. Even normal. This was good. This was so good. Her body was pumped. So alive. She felt on top of the world. There could be no other lover like Jules—her incredibly sexy and awesome husband. Her body was still buzzed after their magical love-making while she rested on his muscular chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, savoring the feeling of satisfaction Jules left her with. So this was what it really felt like to be Mrs. Jules Romero.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next morning, Amber woke up to the sound of the baby cooing in the next room, the scent of baby wash and a man’s voice singing—or trying to sing—Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. She felt deeply rested and re-energized. Jules was obviously with the baby. Oh, no. Crystal needs feeding. There were still some things daddies were not equipped for.
She whipped the sheets off her and sprung out of bed. Amber grabbed her silky pink dressing gown from the chair by the bed and threw it over her. She glanced at the time. Crystal was sleeping through the night these days but it was time for her to eat. Amber quickly went into the washroom to brush her teeth and freshen up as she prepared to go to the nursery in the next room to feed the baby. Actually, since Crystal was officially three-months-old, she had graduated from baby to “infant” now. Amber could not believe her little baby was officially an infant. Imagine that! It was as if yesterday she was born. My, the time did fly as days turned into weeks then weeks to months.
A smile curved Amber’s lips at the lovely memory of Jules last night and their lustful night together.
A part of Amber felt a burning guilt over not telling Jules who Crystal’s biological father was. She wondered if she should let him know. But she didn’t want to spoil the momentum. Did it really matter? Jules was Crystal’s father. Born to Amber and Jules in wedlock. What else could possibly matter? It wasn’t as if Crystal’s biological father would ever be in the picture. It just wasn’t possible at this point. Or was it?
Why was it that when everything seemed to be looking hopeful, there was that stomach-sinking sensation over something about to happen to change all that?
Think positive, Amber. You’re in a better place in your life. Let the positive energies of the universe flow through you and in your life. Stop creating so much unnecessary drama in your head.
Amber had to learn to switch off any negativity that sometimes crept into her mind at the most unexpected moments. Dr. Danye was right! As soon as she switched her thinking, her mood and sense of well-being would follow suit. Life was just too short to be creating head drama about something that might never happen. “Live in the moment” were words Dr. Danye often prescribed to her during her therapy sessions with him. And that she would do.
Amber finished in the bathroom and tied the belt around her robe to go into the nursery. And when she walked in through the open French doors of the room Jules and his brother Dion had so artfully decorated for Crystal, her heart melted and a wide grin curled her lips.
Jules was sitting in the rocking chair, holding Crystal, an empty milk bottle on the side table beside them. Amber had expressed her breast milk and left it in the fridge so Crystal could be fed by the nanny in case of emergency or if Amber was on her medical appointments or unable to for some reason. The milk would only be left for twenty-four hours at time and Amber would end up using it beforehand to feed Crystal. But it looked as if doting daddy Jules had already beat her to it.
She folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the doorframe watching him rock and sing to their daughter. What a golden moment. Amber hurried to her room, grabbed her smartphone and returned to the nursery to take a few snapshots of this tender moment of bonding between Crystal and her daddy, something for her baby’s photo album and scrapbook. Memories to treasure.
“Nice going, Daddy,” Amber said, admiring the memorable vision before her.
Jules looked up, his dark, handsome gaze locking with hers as Crystal rested comfortably on his chest while he gently rubbed her back. He smiled lovingly. “Hey, what are daddies for?”
“You’re a wonderful daddy, you know that?” she said. “I thought you would still be jet-lagged.”
“Nothing could make me too tired to do my daddy duties. Our daughter will get nothing but the best from her parents. She’s even got your beautiful eyes,” Jules said, admiring his daughter.
Amber’s heart squeezed in her chest. That feeling again. She wished she could say that the baby had something for Jules. But she didn’t. Crystal looked like everything Amber was. Amber wondered what Crystal would look like if she were a true Romero. Would she have inherited Jules’s mesmerizing eyes, his strong cheekbones and his height when she grew older? Amber would never know. What if, God forbid, Crystal ended up looking more like her biological father? The thought caused Amber’s breath to pause.
“You should have seen our daughter this morning when she woke up,” Jules continued, unaware of Amber’s inner turmoil. “She had a riot looking in that mirror there,” Jules continued, stroking Crystal’s soft hair.
“Oh, not that funny mirror,” Amber teased. Crystal’s dear uncle Dion had gifted her one of those lovely child-safe activity mirrors and Jules insisted that it stay pinned at the side of the crib for Crystal to entertain herself looking at her face, exploring those adorable chubby cheeks of hers. She was at the stage where she was fascinated with visuals.
Amber looked around the bursting-at-the-seams nursery. The Romero family was nothing short of kind and generous in their time with Crystal while Jules was away on business. Their affection was endless.
“Grandpa Toni was a hoot yesterday,” Amber said as she sat down beside Jules and Crystal.
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” Crystal sighed. “He could not stop singing to her.” Amber grinned and shook her head. “Well, I know where your talent came from.”
“Are you trying to be funny, Mrs. Romero?”
Amber smiled. “I’m just saying, you Romeros have a very unique…um, let’s just say…style of singing, that’s all.” She leaned over to him and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek. “And I love you for it, Jules. Crystal couldn’t stop giggling yesterday. You know your family has been nothing but wonderful accepting me and Crystal,” she added, her voice trailing off slightly.
