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Preferably naked in my bed, legs spread with a wet pussy, hungry for me.
That’s what I miss.
I can’t confuse these misplaced feelings I have for Ana with my loneliness.
Anastasia fucking Koslov. I’ve lost my mind.
Ignoring my wife’s scent, I look for the bin in the back filled with all the clothes I remember her wearing right before giving birth.
I bring the bin to the guestroom, and because the door is still open, I walk right in but nearly drop everything.
Ana stands there in a towel. Only, it doesn’t cover her figure very well. She’s holding it closed on top, but it parts right at her stomach so I see her…
I’m a doctor. I’m a doctor.
“Oh!” She sounds surprised to see me. “I figured this was a guestroom. I’m sorry. I had to take a shower.”
“No problem.” I put the bin on the bed. “These were Ginny’s.”
“You want me to wear your wife’s maternity clothes?”
“Just to get you through a couple of days.” I wipe my brow, trying not to stare at her swollen stomach. “I’ll take you shopping for whatever else you need.”
“When?”
“Fuck, I don’t know.” This is getting complicated.
She turns around and drops the towel, giving me an encore view of her ass.
“Don’t worry, Darragh, I saw you looking at me while I was in the shower.”
“I heard the water running. I get you needed to be clean, but you came upstairs before I gave you permission.” I reach into the closet and hand her a spare robe.
Dropping it on her shoulders, I inhale the smell of lemon shampoo. It nearly brings me to my knees.
“Thank you.” Tying the robe over her stomach, she adds, “I don’t want to impose and wear your wife’s clothes.”
“You need something to wear.”
I easily let go of any territorial feelings over things Ginny didn’t care about, clothes she didn’t bother to bring with her, clothes she hasn’t asked me to ship her, clothes she left, like she left her daughter and me.
“Pick out whatever you want,” I say, stepping aside. “Honestly, she left when Sophie was four.”
“What about you?” Ana rifles through the pile. “Will seeing me in her maternity clothes trigger you?”
Yes…
“Doesn’t matter.” I exhale. “I’ll get over it. Let’s get you some food.”
I need to get the hell out of this bedroom.
“I’m not hungry anymore. I haven’t been eating much to begin with. I have to get my appetite back.”
“What did you eat back in Vegas?”
“There was a cheesy mall nearby with a food court. I ate salads and chicken when your brother found the time to bring me there.”
I nod, hating the way Cormac made her live.
