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I shrug. “Nothing. You just look cute after a nap.”
Blair laughs, a blush sweeping her cheeks. “I can’t seem to help it. I’m exhausted all the time and I fall asleep as soon as I lay down. I have been having these amazing naps and I’m dreaming a ton. This sounds totally gross but I drool sometimes during my nap. I don’t know what the hell that’s about,” she pauses a second and seems embarrassed because she knows she’s babbling. “Thank God Ben is fine with me working from home for a few days. I just can’t be in the office right now.”
“Good.” It comes out firm, approving, and Blair raises a brow. “I just mean that you should do what’s best for you. And the baby.”
My eyes drop to her stomach. She’s wearing a t-shirt and sweats and I can just see the rounded bump starting to show. It stirs something inside me that I recognize immediately: desire. My breath catches in my chest and I rub my hands on my thighs.
As Blair moves around the kitchen, I realize it’s easy to relax here. It’s so much cozier than my sprawling house, which just feels empty and sterile.
“Are you planning on staying here? After–?”
She’s taking a sip of coffee and looks confused for a moment, but then answers me. “Oh, yeah. I have a second bedroom.” She nods toward the back of the apartment. “I figured I can make that a nursery. I’m not too far from the office, so when I’m off maternity leave…”
She trails off, and we’re both thinking of the future.
I can’t help the string ofwhat ifsthat unspools in my mind.
What if she let me help out like this now and then? What if I was here to see it all, to see her grow our child, to help put the nursery together? What if we stopped fighting the very obvious pull between us?
Right then I decide that I don’t want to lose her. I won’t force her to accept me in her life, but I need to let her know again how I feel. To fight for her. For our little family.
She’s sitting less than two feet away, looking more awake now that she has some caffeine in her system. I ask her questions about the nursery. What color is she thinking for the walls? Has she looked at cribs yet, at a changing table?
“You seem to know an awful lot about getting set up for a baby.” She seems surprised. I give her a sly grin.
“Two nieces, remember? Greg did most of the work of course, but he wasn’t great with putting together furniture. There were a few nights when he called me to come help out.”
Blair chuckles. “You’re lucky to have those sweet girls.” Her hand touches her belly again. I wonder for the hundredth time if it’s a boy or a girl.
Beneath the t-shirt, I can make out the curves of her body, a little fuller now with the pregnancy. Her breasts are plump even hidden under a crewcut neckline and I’m having a hard time not looking at them.
Reaching out a hand, I graze her thigh. She looks up, startled.
“If you need anything,” I tell her, letting my voice drop low with desire, “I can provide it.”
The insinuation sinks in and her blush is back, deeper, coloring her neck and I imagine her chest under that shirt. Blair bites her lip. It’s the same thing she did the night we met, a moment of indecision before taking a leap.
Take the leap, I beg, letting my hand spread out over her thigh. It suddenly feels a little harder to breathe, my skin prickling from anticipation.
“There is one thing,” she says quietly, looking up at me with a fleeting glance. But I see it. Her eyes reflect back the same emotions swirling in me. “There are so many weird side effects with pregnancy that I never thought about, but… Those dreams I mentioned? They are usually quite sexual. I just had one earlier before you got here.”
Her lips press together, hiding an embarrassed smile. I hum, prompting her, my thumb rubbing gently toward her inner thigh. Through the light sweatpants she’s wearing, I can feel the heat of her skin.
“I’m just…” She frowns, and squirms on the chair, pressing her legs together. “Restless.”
When our eyes meet, my cock immediately twitches with anticipation.
“That definitely sounds like something I can help with.”
Her lips are parted, a battle raging across her features. “Nick, we really shouldn’t.”
I grasp the chair and turn it abruptly, jerking her closer, her knees now facing me. She gasps in surprise.
Slowly, I start at her knees and gently press her legs apart. With a hand on either thigh, I lean in and kiss her neck with soft nibbles.
“That’s what’s going to make it so much fun. No one needs to know,” I whisper in her ear.
I can feel her pulse throbbing with want, and my body does the same. Reaching for her. Wanting to be consumed by making love to her. I grip her ass with one hand and scoot her closer, to the edge of the chair. With the other hand, I run my knuckles over her hot center, wondering if she has any underwear on under her pants.
