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For the first time since I got that horrific phone call from Sawyer, I feel at peace, content.
CHAPTER16
Two months of those glorious, unremarkable days pass and not one of them is taken for granted. Alden and I fall into a comfortable routine of spending our days at work, our evenings together, and most of our weekends with our friends.
Not everything is perfect, of course. It’s taking a lot of hard work to get our lives and businesses back in order. We still get an occasional person taking our picture in public or a shitty post getting passed around online. Alden still doesn’t have the paperwork from the government to show he’s legally alive. A financial attorney is helping him get things straightened out.
It also helps that we signed a contract with the streaming company a few days ago. We got a pretty hefty lump sum up front for that and we’ll get royalties based on the number of streams. Neither of us agreed to appear in it but they were fine with that since they planned a docudrama with actors, not a documentary. The show won’t release for a year and I’m glad for the peaceful interim.
Alden walks up behind me while I’m standing in front of the bedroom mirror. He wraps his arms around me and runs his hands over the belly I was marveling over. Just past five months pregnant, and suddenly, my belly seems to have doubled.
“I swear, I was barely showing yesterday. Now I need some maternity pants.” I lay my head back to grin up at him. “You’re going to love me no matter how much I balloon out, right?”
He frowns and turns me back toward the mirror. “Look at how beautiful you are.” He caresses my belly. “Carrying our baby. You have no idea how sexy that is. I want to jump on you every time I see you.” His lips brush over my ear. “I couldn’t stop loving you if I wanted to, El. I think I was born for it.”
“Are you trying to make me cry?”
“You’re right. Let’s change the subject. Get naked.”
Laughing, I shrug out of his grasp. “I have to go. I have a client in thirty minutes.”
“It’s fine. I’ll just put it in your ass real quick. It won’t take long.”
“Very funny.”
“Refresh my memory,” he says, running his hand under the back of my skirt. “Have we done that before?” His hand kneads my ass.
“You don’t remember, huh?” Doing my best to ignore his hands roaming over the back of my thigh, I wrap a hair tie around my ponytail. “We tried anal, and you absolutely hated it. You swore you never wanted to do it again.”
His mouth is a perfect O for a second until he catches my eye. “You liar,” he laughs, smacking my ass.
Giggles spill out of me while I sit down to put my shoes on. “Yes, we’ve done that a couple of times,” I confess. Both times I was shitfaced drunk but there’s no need to volunteer that information.
“You didn’t like it?”
Shrugging, I find my feet interesting. “I didn’t dislike it.”
“You’re blushing. You’re never bashful about sex. This embarrasses you?”
“It’s different. It feels more…vulnerable that way.” I peek up at his amused expression. “It’s not funny. What if I wanted to bend you over?”
His eyebrows jump up. “You want to fuck me in the ass?”
“No, not like with a strap-on or anything, but I’d like to use my fingers to make you come that way. It’s supposed to turn guys to jelly.” He stares at me, trying to decide if I’m serious. “It’s only fair. If I can take an entire cock, you can handle one little finger.”
“This conversation did not go like I expected.”
Laughing, I get to my feet, drop a kiss on his lips, and give his ass a quick squeeze. “I’ll let you in my ass if you let me in yours. It’s up to you.”
I keep smiling on my way to my studio and randomly throughout the next few hours when I remember the look on his face at my suggestion. I was mostly teasing with him. Not that I haven’t always wanted to try to give a prostate massage. I’ve even watched a few videos that show how, and the way the guys lose their minds is hot. But I don’t expect him to agree to that. The thought of giving him my ass again turns me on, but I’ve never done it sober.
He's already home by the time I get in, and I freeze in place when I walk into the bedroom to see a large bottle of lube sitting on the nightstand.
He leans against the doorjamb, smirking at me. “So, who goes first?”
I’ve been turned on ever since we talked about it earlier. “Give me half an hour to get cleaned up.”
He blinks, clearly not expecting me to agree so quickly. “Really?”
