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Two years later
“She’s having my baby!”
Everyone cheers as Nash announces to the ‘80s prom-themed party that Tru is pregnant. We’ve just watched Ironwing sing an acoustic version of their one and only hit song, “Bold,” and this party is revving up to be epic. I knew it was a good idea to have it tonight instead of last night like they were originally trying to plan. The moon was void of course last night and things just fall flat sometimes during that time.
Rounds of drinks get downed, but my husband is making eyes at me.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, as if I don’t know.
“I’m thinking I like you in that prom dress, and I’m wondering if I can get past second base tonight.”
“Well, that depends. If you slow dance with me to “Heaven in Your Eyes,” I’m pretty much a sure thing.”
“I’ll talk to the DJ.”
I sneak a grab of one of his tight ass cheeks. “Or you could just take me home now and do whatever you want to me.”
“Stella, I want to do everything to you.”
Our daughter is having a sleepover with his parents tonight, so we stumble into the Victorian house pretty loudly. I may have had a bit too much celebratory bubbly. The dogs, all four of them, don’t care how loud we are. The cat gives me the evil eye, but that’s her permaface, so I’m not too concerned.
I love the feel of his hot gaze on me, warming me from head to toe. He’s hungry.
We strip each other slowly, enjoying each inch of skin as it’s revealed. He’s got the body of a god, and marriage and parenthood hasn’t changed that. The flawless pecs, the vee of muscle at his hips, the beautiful monster he keeps in his pants pointing right at me. I love his body so much that I’m lost in the staring until I’m pushed onto the bed, Christopher following me. Need sparks and jolts through my whole body at the contact.
“I want you to ride me,” he says.
“You do not have to ask me twice.”
He rolls onto his back, and I straddle him, lowering myself over his cock. Slowly, so slowly. He’s big and hard and I still need to pause to adjust to my man’s girth. He’s holding still, admirably. Waiting until I’m ready.
I look into his eyes, so full of love for me, as I take the rest of him inside me and I stretch around him. Christopher reaches his arm up and pulls my head down to his. “I am so in love with you.” He kisses me and thrusts his hips up, like he’s lost control of them.
“You feel so good, honeybuns,” I tell him. He grunts at the name. I’m not lying. He’s hitting my G-spot just right. He’s taken his study of my orgasms to level eleven over the last two years, and he knows just what to do and how to do it so I’m still always a little surprised. Like, how can it still feel different every time?
I feel every inch of him like he’s a part of me now. I try for long, slow strokes, but soon it’s not enough.
“That’s it, Stella. Ride me harder.”
I slam down harder and harder, feeling the heat rising. Christopher’s eyes are squeezed tightly closed, and he’s clenching his jaw. His body is tense below me. We’re both so close.
“Look at me, Stella.” I look down, always ready to listen to his commands. In bed only, of course. “I want you looking in my eyes when you come. You’re close, aren’t you? Yeah, I can tell. You want me to come deep inside you, baby?” I nod but don’t break the eye contact. Wanting to please him. “If we hurry, we can make a baby that will be in the same class as Tru’s. Would you like that? Do you want me to make you pregnant again? Fill you up?”
This kind of talk makes me lose my mind. “Oh, yes. Yes, please. Put your baby in me.” I arch my back. “I love you so much, Christopher.”
He plants his feet and thrusts harder into me and I fly back into the Milky Way.
“You’re mine. You’re mine, Stella.” He arches and roars. I have to hold on to him to stay on top while he lets go in rolling waves of heat and pleasure. He pulls me down, so our faces are an inch apart. “You’re the best part of me. I will spend every day of my life showing you.”
I relax all my muscles and collapse onto his chest. Christopher holds me tight and we listen to the house settle around us.
Our very, very fine house.
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LIKE FIRST TIMES? FORBIDDEN fruit? Yes, please.
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I'm Brill Harper and I love happily ever afters, smokin' hot bad boys, and quirky, often nerdy, heroines that I'd love to be friends with off page. These ladies are not perfect—but they're perfect for one man—and he's always sexy AF.
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