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I gasp when he pops the vibrator into his mouth and sucks on it like a lollipop.
“Wh-what does it taste like?”
His dark gaze bores into me. “Tastes like my wife has been messing around without me in the mix.”
My voice quavers. “You were in the mix. You were there the whole time, pushing the buttons. Pushing my buttons.”
“You don’t get it, baby. You should have told me.”
He eyes the thing like he doesn’t know whether he likes it or wants to throw it out. And keeps sniffing it.
“I thought it was your gift to me, and I’m sorry. Next time someone accidentally sends me a sex toy, I’ll make sure we’re both on the same page.”
He grunts again because he knows I like it.
“I’m not mad,” he says. “But yeah, I am a little jealous. And also, it was no accident.”
“What do you mean?”
“Presley intercepted the box from the warehouse.”
My jaw drops. I want to ask how she managed that, but we’re talking about Presley. I bite my lip and shake my head.
“And now that I know how this works, I have an idea,” Buck says mischievously.
Whatever my husband is thinking about, it involves both me and the toy.
I forget all about being scandalized that Presley was involved in this toy coming into our lives. I’m going to make her the most enormous gift basket ever.
ChapterSix
Buck
Lust for my wife like never before washes over me.
I can’t believe I’ve been making her come over and over again all day without knowing about it. I thought her weird behavior was just pregnancy hormones.
I’ve never been so happy that Christmas lights didn’t work.
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” I demand.
My wife strips off her tank top, her swollen breasts taunting me with the way they sway. Everything about Grace moves and jiggles a little differently. Her hips when she walks. She even tastes different. And I can’t wait to savor her sex on my tongue.
I shed my jeans and underwear at the foot of the bed. I only let her struggle for a moment as she tries to wriggle out of her maternity panties.
I crawl up the bed toward her, and she freezes. “Why do you look like a panther about to eat a cornered baby squirrel?”
“Because I’m starving for you, and it’s been too long since I’ve eaten.”
She trembles with need as I help her shuck her underwear once and for all.
“Fucking look at you,” I say in wonder as my eyes feast on my wife. Grace embodies everything about her name, whether or not she’s pregnant.
There’s just more of her to love. Her skin glows. Even her hair looks sexier somehow.
I don’t understand this magic of pregnancy, but I am so damn glad we’re past the intense sickness of the last few months.
“You should be lying on your side,” I murmur, rolling her from her back onto her hip before she can do it herself.
