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“Our room, Charlotte, not mine.”
Lex opens the door to the bedroom, and before us is a king-size bed. I’m giddy at the thought. It’s like seeing your boyfriend’s bedroom for the first time, except we aren’t in high school, and he is my husband.
He places me gently on the bed. No doubt if I weren’t pregnant, he would have just thrown me. I wait eagerly as he removes his jacket, throwing it over the chair before climbing onto the bed and over me.
“Do you know how many times
I’ve imagined you in this bed?”
“Probably the same amount of times I’ve imagined being in this bed.”
“I’m warning you now, I won’t last long. Expect me to fuck you, and fuck you hard, and then I’ll make sweet love to you all night long,” he whispers while nibbling at my ear.
“Well, I…” He forces his lips onto me, his body pressing against mine, but somehow, he manages not to put pressure on my stomach.
“I hope you’re not attached to this blouse.”
I’m just about to speak when he rips it open, the buttons tearing apart as he buries himself in my breasts. My body caves, pushing out the image of Eric having a heart attack because the blouse was vintage Valentino.
His hands slide up my skirt, gripping my ass so tight making me squeal with delight. I try to wiggle out of my panties, but Lex has other ideas, pushing them aside and ramming his cock into me.
Whoa, steady on.
Lex is like a magician because I didn't hear the buckle of his pants. Sliding himself in and out, he pushes in deeper, his mouth sucking hard on the base of my neck until he runs his tongue along my collarbone, and I’m coming undone.
***
“Good morning, Mrs. Edwards.”
I can barely open my eyes, the jetlag has worn me down as well as the constant lovemaking. I turn to look at the clock, seven-fifteen. Where the hell does Lex get all his stamina from? That will make it what, New York time, and count back five.
“It’s two in the morning in New York if that’s what you’re trying to figure out.”
“You look very handsome… edible…”
I feel the pool form between my legs. God, my husband is so yummy in his perfectly styled outfit. He sits on the edge of the bed, and I can’t help but admire his vest with his gray tie tucked beneath it. Fuck me sideways, backward, and forward. This man knows how to dress, and vest porn is where it’s at.
“Did you know a suit to women is like lingerie to men,” I tease.
He yanks the bed sheet off, admiring my naked body.
“Like a naked body to men,” he leans forward, sucking on my nipple. I squeal with delight because the sensation is so much more intense while I’m pregnant. My breasts are almost double in size, and I am finally showing enough to field a stranger’s question as to whether I’m pregnant or just ate a burrito.
“But I can’t be late,” he tells me, pressing his lips tight. “Rain check?”
I pout. I know he has to work, and that it has been eating him up while we were traveling. “Go, I’ll see you tonight.”
“How about you drop by the office before lunch, then we can grab something to eat?”
With a smile, I nod, still excited by the fact I’m in London. There’s so much I want to do today as long as I can muster up the energy to get out of bed.
“I need to go. I’ll leave you alone to snoop around. If you’re looking for my secret porn stash, it’s on my computer. The password is Charlotte69Edwards.”
“Are you kidding?”
“Would I kid about you and 69s?”
He kisses me goodbye and heads out the door. I linger in bed for a while, checking my phone before my stomach rumbles, and the kitchen calls. I take my time looking at his books, his wardrobe, running my hands along his perfectly pressed suits before I make my way to his computer. Okay, so I’m curious. I mean, who wouldn’t be, right?
