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“I could get used to this kind of treatment,” Ivy says in a flirtatious voice that makes my cock twitch in my pants.
“That would be no hardship at all.” I bow low, and she giggles, making me want to hear that sound over and over again.
“How is the book going,” I ask as I scrape the plates and pile them into the dishwasher.
“Very well,” Ivy says. “In fact, I want to give you the rewritten work to read. I’d love to hear your opinion.”
I stop what I’m doing to look at her. “I’d love that more than anything. Thank you.” It takes crazy guts to give someone your work and ask for feedback.
I finish the dishes and join Ivy on the couch. She smiles at me when I sit down. My hands are aching to run over her skin, and I move until I’m seated next to her.
“Let’s get comfortable,” I suggest. “Lie down against me, and I’ll rub your shoulders and belly.”
We arrange ourselves, and I lean my back to the armrest.
“Like this?” Ivy asks as she faces away from me and slides up between my legs. I remember too late that I’m sporting the mother of all erections. I hope she doesn’t feel it.
I inhale sharply. Her soft body feels so fucking good, and she smells like flowers. Ivy giggles.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. Something.”
I grin when I get her meaning. “You’re a beautiful, sexy woman. What do you expect? But I’ve no intention of taking advantage of your close proximity.”
I rub circles on her shoulders, moving all the way to her lower back. Ivy moans sweetly. The sound goes straight to my cock, bulging and swelling even thicker.
I move my hands around to her belly, where I continue the massage. Ivy leans back against me, her head resting on my chest. I’d be happy to stay like this for the rest of my life; my patients be damned.
“I don’t want any part of your body to feel neglected,” I murmur to Ivy moving my hands up to cup her breasts. They feel so fucking good in my hands.
“They’re important too, seeing as they’ll be feeding our baby,” Ivy says, her words interspersed with moans.
I palm her hard nipples through her dress material. I love the sounds coming out of Ivy’s mouth. She arches her back and writhes as though she can’t get enough of my touch. I tease her with light, feathery strokes, enjoying her growing frustration.
Ivy suddenly sits up. “I feel suddenly too hot. It’s the only reason I’m pulling down my dress.”
I chuckle and help her unzip the top of her dress and pull it down to her waist. Before she leans on me again, I unclasp her bra and toss it to the floor. A growl escapes my mouth as I fill my hands with her beautiful, soft breasts.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” Ivy says.
I rub my thumbs over her nipples, watching them grow even bigger and tauter. I tease the valley between her breasts, wishing I could dip my tongue there. I remind myself that I’d promised Ivy a massage, and I rub the sides of her breasts.
One day, not too far away, our baby will be feeding from her. The thought makes me unexpectedly emotional. I pinch her nipples gently, and she lets out a throaty cry.
“God, Alec, the things you do to me. You make me so greedy. I want more.”
“You do the same to me,” I manage to say. I’m so fucking aroused; I’m not sure I’ll remember the way to the bedroom.
With Ivy as pregnant as she is, I don’t feel comfortable contorting her body in certain ways. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I help Ivy to her feet and pull up her dress to cover her breasts. But before I tuck them in, I graze one nipple with my teeth.
Ivy grips my head and groans loudly. I lose track of time and my intention to move this to the bedroom as she delights me with her sounds of pleasure.
“Please, Alec, I want you,” she says and pushes me away. She leads the way to the bedroom, with me closely in tow.
Ivy wriggles out of her dress in the bedroom and sits on the edge of the bed. I pull down her panties and kneel between her legs. Prying her legs further open, I lean in and groan when I inhale evidence of her arousal. Her inner thighs are wet, and I’m pretty sure it’s not sweat.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
