“In the bathroom with Ulric.”
Right. I hadn’t given it much thought, since we were all yelling. Ulric, included. “Me too.”
She reached up, putting her hand on the side of my face, and kissed me. It felt like I was kissing her for the first time all over again. What started off gentle, ended up much more passionate, her mouth opening for my tongue, as I rolled on top her. All her warmness against me, her breasts now too big for my hand, which only turned me on more.
“Levi,” she moaned as I kissed her neck. “One more week.”
Damn it.
“Ugh,” I groaned in frustration, lifting my lips from her skin.
She kissed me quickly, smiled, and said, “One more week, and then your work is cut out for you.”
“Why?” I asked, still on top of her.
“I have stretch marks everywhere, Levi.” She pouted. “Even on my ass … my ass! Not to mention, this little kangaroo pouch, which I’m working on getting rid of. It’s going to take your best moves to get me feeling sexy again.” She nodded down to her stomach. Was she as small as she was before getting pregnant? No. But I didn’t want her freaking out just because she had a tiny belly now. She looked beautiful, and you’d never guess she’d had our child a little over a month ago.
“You are sexy now.” I kissed her and pulled back. “Believe me, you’re fine.”
“Thank you, but I also like my clothes and want to fit into them again.” When she said it, I rolled over back on to my slide.
“And here I thought you were worried I wouldn’t find you attractive, when all the while you were thinking about your clothes.”
She giggled, cuddling up to me more, but I rolled over.
“No, nope, it’s fine—”
“Levi.” She laid on top of me. “I like clothes, because when I get all dressed up, when you’re dressed in your suit, and I walk next to you, I feel like … we’re this power couple. Mr. and Mrs. Black. My grandmother always told me the clothes make the person. I know it’s lame, but I really love the way people look at us when we walk together at the firm or the courthouse.”
Just like that, I was defenseless against her.
“Mr. and Mrs. Black, huh?” I repeated.
She nodded. “March 31st.”
“What?”
“Our wedding. I want it on March 31st. I go back to work in April, and when I do, I want to be Mrs. Thea Black, with everything changed—”
I couldn’t help myself. I needed to kiss her. Everything that was coming out of her mouth was so sweet. My right arm wrapped around her waist, while my left grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed.
“One more week, Levi.” She said those damn words again.
“Ugh,” I groaned out in agony, and she had the nerve to laugh. I slapped her ass and she jumped. “Never laugh at a man with blue balls.”
“I’ll take my punishment in a week.” She smirked seductively.
Closing my eyes, because I couldn’t bear to look at her, I said, “Go to sleep, Thea.”
“No, Professor Black.” She whispered and reached under the sheets, taking me in her hand. “I don’t want you to be in pain, Professor,” she whispered innocently. And I didn’t dare open my eyes. I couldn’t look at her. I’d … I want her too badly.
“Ahh…” My mouth dropped opened as she cupped my balls.
“Yes, Professor, did you say something?”
Clenching my jaw, I took her torture … because there would be a reckoning. I’d get her back for this.
BABY: DAY 39