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I missed him calling me pretty girl.

“Are you joining me in the shower?” As if it weren’t obvious.

“You’re funny.”

God, he had me turned on. A little bit of guilt flickered inside me. My dad was missing, for goodness’ sake. I shouldn’t be thinking about sex. Shouldn’t be smiling and flirting with Danny. I was tugged in two different directions, but there was no resisting Danny’s lure after spending nearly a year without him. It had always been this way with us.

He unzipped my hoodie.

“It’s been a long time.” I bit my bottom lip. “My body has changed.”

“From what I can see, you’re perfect, Em.”

“I have some stretch marks.”

“Perfect, Em.” He lowered my leggings and underwear at the same time, careful to not bother my knee.

I stepped out of them. “I’m nervous.”

“Me too.”

My gosh, he hadn’t changed. He was still the decimator of my doubts. My friend and lover… the father of my baby, and my life.

He lifted my T-shirt off and unhooked my bra. My heavy breasts spilled out, my rosy nipples hardening from the flash of cool air.

“Perfect, Em.” His hand brushed over my wider hips, up to my massive boobs. They were two sizes larger than the last time he saw them. I doubted they’d stay this huge after I stopped nursing. “I want to suck on these luscious tits, but they belong to Dante.”

A shuddered breath rolled out of me as I gripped his biceps. They seemed twice the size. We’d both changed a lot in the past year.

“Maybe just a lick.” His tongue swiped across my nipple, his large hands cupping my butt. “Goddamn, I want you so fucking much.” He licked the other one.

My legs nearly gave out, overwhelmed by my sexy man. “I want you too.”

“I don’t want to rush you.” He eased back and helped me into the shower.

“You’re not.”

“Or hurt you.” He removed his boxers, and his cock bounced.

“Oh wow.” I bit my bottom lip as arousal spread through me.

He stepped into the shower and wrapped me in his embrace. “I can’t resist you.” His lips descended on mine.

We were all tongues and hands ravaging each other, rediscovering the other’s body after the many changes we’d been through.

If I was dreaming, I never wanted to wake up. It was everything to be like this with him.

Naked and wet.

Panting and lustful.

The heat coming off his body set my heart racing. He poked me in the belly, rubbing himself against me, and I throbbed so painfully wonderful, I nearly came.

I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as I slipped my hand between us and fisted his cock.

“Fuck,” he hissed against my lips. “Your hand feels so much better than mine.”

“My poor man. I will always give you what you need, when you need it, and how you want it.”

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