He reminds me of myself a year ago.
A lot has changed.
For starters, we moved in together. After a little coaxing from Hottie McHotterson, as my sister likes to call him, I put my place on the market and moved in with Lucas.
And then I quit my job.
Don’t worry, I didn’t walk away from law completely. I worked hard for my degree, and I wasn’t about to throw it away, but I moved my focus from family law to something a little less stressful and sad.
With encouragement from Lucas and my sister, I started teaching and found out right away that it was my ultimate calling. Plus, I get to be home more, and that makes it a win-win for everyone.
Leaning a hip against the wall, I watch Lucas work. His hair is still a little shaggy. He’s wearing his glasses, something he only does when he’s staring at a computer screen, and when he takes them off and rubs his eyes, I decide it’s time to get my man home.
He’s been working so hard lately, trying to wrap up some big project he’s been telling me about, and he’s in desperate need of a break. And maybe a full body massage from yours truly.
“Hey.”
His head pops up at the sound of my voice. “What are you doing here?”
Lucas stands up and moves around his desk.
“We missed you.”
“I missed you too, baby,” he says, lowering his lips to mine. His hand finds my swollen belly. “The babies giving you a hard time today?”
That’s right. Babies. Two. Two babies. Can you believe that? I thought twins were supposed to skip a generation. Turns out they did—in Lucas’s family! His dad has a fraternal twin, and now here we are about to have two babies of our own.
I lift a shoulder and let it fall. “Not too bad. They’re running out of room.”
“Not too much longer. But let’s not rush it. I like you being pregnant.”
“You do, do you?” With my hands bunched in the front of his shirt, I push him farther into the room and kick the door shut.
“Mmm-hmm,” he hums against my lips. “You know what else I like?”
“Me on my knees?” I say, gently pushing him down onto his desk chair.
“Well, that too, but I was thinking about—what’re you doing? Baby, get up.”
It takes a second to lower my whale of a body to the floor, but I manage.
“Samantha, get up.”
“Normally I like it when you’re bossy, but not so much right now. Just sit back and relax. You’ve been taking care of me so much lately—”
“Because you’re eight months pregnant, and it’s my job to take care of you.”
“It’s also my job to take care of you. Now shut up and let me do this.”
He smiles and spreads his legs. “I have a phone meeting in five minutes.”
“I’ll work fast.” I pop the button of his slacks and he lifts his hips so I can shimmy them down until his cock falls into my waiting hands.
Pre-cum leaks from the top, and I swirl my thumb around the head before licking it off.
“I’ve always fantasized about you under my desk, sucking me off while I close an important deal.”
“You have?” I say, licking a slow path up the underside of his cock.