I gasped for breath. “I can’t get pregnant while I’m breastfeeding.”
He gave a wicked smile. “I’m not sure that’s true. At least, I hope it’s not. I’d love to see you round with another baby while your breasts were still filled with milk.”
“You’re obsessed, Jay.” I laughed.
“Obsessed with you and our little family. My life was so fucking empty before you came into it, and I didn’t even realise.”
He fucked me harder, and my orgasm built.
“Oh, fuck, Jay. Yes.”
I wrapped myself around him, pulling him deeper.
We both shattered around each other, and he clamped his hand over my mouth to prevent my cries waking the baby. I tasted salt on his palm. My skin was damp, and we dropped together into a sweaty pile, happy and sated.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he told me. “You know that, don’t you? Your arms are my home, no matter where we end up.”
I snuggled into his chest and let out a happy sigh. He was completely right.
He was my home. I’d finally found where I belonged.
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