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The curve of her belly pushes against the fabric, and a knowing smile lights her brown eyes when she catches me staring.
“You like seeing me pregnant,” Bea murmurs, stroking a loving palm over her small bump.
Yes, I do.
I put that baby inside her. She’s mine, and I claimed her like a caveman. So sue me.
“I like you all the ways, sweetheart. Sleepy and rumpled in the morning, and dressed up for a ball. Grouchy and laughing. Pregnant and not.” I could go on, but I break off, grinning.
Bea rolls her eyes, but she’s teasing. Good natured. “I swear, you get more poetic in the library.”
Oh, I’m feeling poetic alright. I’m going to lay her down on the nearest sofa, push up her dress, and recite a sonnet against her slick pussy. I’ll declare odes to her with every thrust of my tongue.
Then I’ll fuck this restlessness away. This crawling, itchy feeling that I get under my skin whenever I’m apart from Bea for too long.
It doesn’t take much. Less than a day.
“We’ll have more time together tomorrow.” She knows exactly how to soothe me, stepping close and running her palms up my chest. “Maybe I’ll drag you off into the rose garden. Maybe I’ll crawl under your desk and suck your cock, Your Highness.”
Jesus Christ.
“Maybe you’ll give me a heart attack in this reading nook.”
She smiles, and it’s so soft. So full of love. All the restless parts of me settle, and I’m found again. Anchored and whole.
Bea presses a kiss against my throat. “Olympia and Gerond are coming for dinner later.”
I roll my eyes, burying my face in Bea’s hair, grabbing her soft, wide hips and squeezing tight. I’ll be polite later. Hell, Ilikemy sister in law and her bizarre lover, but right now, there’s only one woman on my mind.
Bea. Always Bea.
I steer her toward the nearest sofa.
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Thanks for reading the Bombshell Brides! I hope you loved them. :)
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And for a bonus instalove story, grab your copy ofRide or Die.She’s sweet and innocent—and that’s like catnip in this strip club. It’s okay, though. I won’t let the pretty bartender out of my sight.
Happy reading!
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Teaser: Thief
There is someone in my home.There is someone in my fucking home.The thought rattles around my foggy brain, dragging me out of sleep; it pounds in my blood with every anxious squeeze of my heart. I know something is wrong the second I wake up with my face mashed into the pillows and the hairs raised on the back of my neck. My jaw is clenched and my muscles are tensed ready for a fight, and my back is damp with sweat.
I can’t hear them yet. Can’t hear anything but the shallow rasp of my own breath and the franticthud, thud, thudof my heart.
But I know it—the same way you know there’s someone nearby, even when they’re not making a sound.Especiallywhen they’re not making a sound. It’s the telltale, horrifying absence of noise.
Then my microwave gives a loud ping, and I choke back a panicked laugh. Some fucking burglar.
It’s dark in here, the bed sheets tangled around my legs, and I snatch my glasses off my nightstand, nearly jabbing my own eye in my rush to get them on. The weight of my cell phone is reassuring in my palm, my thumb blurring over the screen as I dial 911.
I’m not charging out there like Rambo. I’m not a small man, but I wrestle code, not intruders, and only an idiot risks facing down a gun for the sake of their ego.
