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“I don’t hate the condo.” I despised knowing Lisa lived there. However, that won’t be an issue much longer as she’s been ousted by the board and has sixty days to vacate.
“You said it’s too bare and monochrome,” he persists.
“I’ll give it a homey touch. Besides, staying there would only be temporary.”
“You have an answer for everything.”
“Don’t pout,” I tease, without bothering to hold back my victorious smile.
“I’m not pouting.”
“You are and it’s cute.”
“I’m on to you, Counselor,” he says wryly.
“What?” I wrinkle my nose.
“Don’t think I don’t know how youhandledme to get what you wanted.”
“I did nothing of the sort. It’s a reasonable proposal and you’re a reasonable man.” I wrap my arms around him again, and bring my lips to his in a smacking kiss.
The next morning, I’m upearly. Although I have no plans to go into the office until next week, I want to start putting out my feelers for a partner. It wasn’t top priority before, but it is now.
Tucked against Mick’s warm body, my feet sandwiched between his calves, I push my hair out of my face and watch my husband sleep. Waking before him isn’t as rare as it used to be. He’s been sleeping better, longer. No more nightmares, despite everything that’s happened. No more blaming himself. It’s as if being an expectant father is a fast-healing agent.
Filled with love, happiness, and gratitude, I snuggle with Mick a little longer, then slide away and slip quietly out of bed.
On route to the bathroom, I pass the full-length mirror. Pause. Then step back to my reflection. Ten weeks today. Another two, and I’ll already be in my second trimester. I’m starting to feel pregnant. I think I’m starting to look pregnant too. I turn sideways and pull my thin camisole nightie tight against me, cupping my hand below my belly. It appears slightly more distended, and feels rounder and firmer. Soon all of me will expand. My butt too. But gaining weight doesn’t worry me as much as I thought it might. Because I know that it’s a healthy sign our baby is growing.
I face the mirror. My breasts are definitely getting bigger. Fuller. More tender. I gently cup their weight. My nipples tighten. I touch the sensitive tips through the soft cotton. It’s been nearly two weeks since Mick and I have made love. Between the shooting, my injury, and fear of doing anything that could harm the baby, we’ve kissed and cuddled, but nothing more. I miss it. Sex has always been a key element of our relationship—an intensely passionate connection that we established early on. If pregnancy hormones spike my lust for my husband any more than how much I already desire him, then I’m liable to self-combust. Just thinking about it has me squeezing my thighs together.
I hear the mattress shift. Startled, I drop my hands and peer over my shoulder.
“Morning,” Mick says with a knowing grin.
“Morning.” I blush, a little embarrassed at getting caught. “I didn’t know you were up.”
“Oh, I’m up alright.” I glance at his impressive erection tenting the sheet. “I thought I was having an erotic dream about my lusty wife touching herself in the mirror.”
“I wasn’t touching myself.”
“Uh-huh.” He lifts off the sheet and wraps his hand around his stiff cock, squeezing the wide head, and stroking the length in rhythmic slides—fully aware of how much that turns me on.
My core clenches in response. He’s hard and thick. Divinely virile. Shameless in his arousal.
“Mick,” I breathe, my eyes following the up and down motion, watching his hand quicken.
“See something you like, beauty?”
“Very much.” I lick my lips.
Putting on a show, he treats me to a few more strokes before he withdraws his hand and climbs out of bed. Powerfully graceful, he prowls forward in all his hard, naked glory, his hot gaze zeroed in on me. A moment later, I’m whisked into his arms, and pulled against him.
My breasts, under the cotton, are crushed to his chest. The thickness of his erection presses into my belly. His hands at my lower back dip to cup my bottom as he ravishes my mouth. I respond with hyper urgency, squirming against him until I break away to catch my breath. “Do you want to?”
“Baby, you have no idea.” He pants. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes.” Beyond ready.
