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I press my thumb to her clit. She covers my hand with hers, showing me the pressure she wants while she keeps moving over my cock.

“Like that?”

“Exactly like that.”

Her movements turn faster, less controlled. I circle her clit beneath her hand and feel every tremor she tries to hide.

“Dominic.”

My name leaves her without an order from me, and it lands harder because she gives it freely.

“I love you,” she says.

The words go straight through me. I grip her hip with my free hand, holding myself still while she takes what she wants from my body.

Her thighs tighten around mine. She leans down until her forehead rests against mine, her breath breaking across my mouth.

“I choose you.”

She comes with my name caught between us, her body clenching around my cock as she keeps moving through it. I hold on long enough to feel her pleasure take her, then the last of my control gives way.

I come inside her with her hand still over mine and her eyes locked on me. She chose me. The thought is simple enough to fit on one line, and solid enough that I don’t need it in writing.

When our breathing begins to slow, she lifts off me and settles beside me. I turn toward her immediately.

I pull the blanket over us and rest my palm on her stomach.

“Was that careful enough?” I ask.

“You were one question away from making me complete a satisfaction survey.”

“Actionable feedback is always appreciated.”

She laughs into my chest. “It was perfect.”

I hold her until the frantic pace of our breathing slows into a shared rhythm. When I close my eyes, I know she’ll still be here when I open them.

An hour later, Elena sits at the kitchen table wearing my shirt while I place a glass of water in front of her.

She looks at it, then at me. “Are you monitoring my hydration?”

“Yes.”

“You found out I’m pregnant less than two hours ago.”

“And you’ve had half a mug of coffee since I arrived.”

“I drank water today.”

“How much?”

She narrows her eyes.

“That’s what I thought.”

“I’m going to regret telling you.”

“No, you’re going to remain properly hydrated.”