“W-What about you?” she pants.
“Oh. That was just a warm-up. We’ve got all night.”
“Christmas came early after all.” Her satiated smile makes my heart beat faster. I’m already in trouble.
I glance at the clock and see the red digitized 12:20.
“Or right on time.”
Chapter Three
Faye
My phone rings insistently, yanking me from the warm oblivion of sleep. I burrow my head from beneath the heavy blanket of sleep and freeze as I feel the press of something thick and hard against my ass. The previous day replays in my mind on fast forward. I snuggle closer into the body attached to the heavy arm looped beneath my breasts. His other hand cups my belly protectively,
and for a split-second, I allow myself to pretend. It’s a dangerous thing to do. Flora isn’t his, and our arrangement is tentative and questionable. I was thinking with my hormones, not my brain. However, the way he looks at me is worth any heartache that might follow.
The phone rings again, and I groan. I’d spent the night woken intermittently by hot hands and an even hotter mouth. Not that I hadn’t done my own exploration. I slap the nightstand beside me and grip the phone, bringing it to me.
“Where the fuck are you?”
I cringe. Preston is not the first thing I want to hear after a night of sexual bliss.
“Merry Christmas to you, too.”
“I’m at your place. It looks like you were never here.”
“That’s because I wasn’t. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“You’re my fiancée who’s carrying my child.”
“Ex. Those two letters make a huge difference, and don’t even try to use her as a way to control me.”
He snarls. “Why don’t you just invite me to your parents’ house so we can all be together.”
Thanks to you, I’m not comfortable there. An evil plan strikes me. “You can go there if you want to.”
“Finally.” He hangs up without waiting for me to say more. Self-satisfied, I stretch like a cat.
“Morning.”
The sleep-worn, deep voice sends a jolt of excitement racing through me. I roll over to face him. “Morning, James.”
“I couldn’t help but hear the ex called.”
“He’s about to get a Christmas morning wake-up call.” I grin.
“You’re wicked.”
“I thought I proved that last night.”
He chuckles. Things had never gone past third base, but I wasn’t keen to let another person I didn’t know well inside of me. Especially when that space was already being shared. I yawn, and my jaw pops from the workout I’d given it, swallowing down his thick dick.
“As much as I’m enjoying myself, we can’t stay in here all day.”
He sighs. “I know. How about a shower, breakfast, and we’ll figure things out from there?”
“I like it.” I slip from bed and stretch once more, unashamed of the body he’d learned every inch of. He’d given me more than orgasms. I have newly gained confidence when it comes to my ripening frame. His lids lower, and he goes from half-mast to full mast.