Snagging the back of her robe, I tug until she bumps into my chest, and I can wrap my arms around her waist.
“Why don't I offer a little stress relief?”
“Ezra…” she drawls, amusement tinging her voice. “We shouldn't.”
Fuck that.
“We definitely should. Think of it as interview prep. My girl needs to be relaxed and happy before meeting with the journalist.”
Her hand inches upward to cup my cheek as she tilts her head back. “Well, when you put it that way…”
I chuckle and drop a soft kiss to her lips.
My fingers slip below the edge of her robe to cup her breast, teasing one of her nipples with my thumb. The swollen bud is extra sensitive these days, since she's still breastfeeding, and it doesn't take much before Lauren whimpers, begging for more.
My other hand slides between her thighs to part the slick folds of her sex.
“Forget about family dinners and magazine interviews. Focus on me. On this. Focus on the feel of my fingers sliding into this hot pussy.” I mimic my words, groaning at the tight clasp of her soaking slit.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“You know it does,” she pants.
My thumb circles her clit as I keep up a steady, thrusting rhythm, while playing with her nipples.
I lick and suck the sweet skin beneath my mouth. Adding little love bites along her jaw and neck.
The makeup artist downstairs will have a fun time covering up my marks, I'm sure.
Lauren's plush ass cradles my hard cock, but I ignore my own need.
This isn't about me.
It's about her.
I don't want Lauren stressing about Christmas. I'll hire whoever I need to help her, but I know she wants to do this herself, which I admire even as her stubbornness concerns me.
“Ezra!” Lauren gasps and arches in my arms. Her orgasm vibrates through her body before she slumps into me.
Carefully removing my fingers and licking them clean, I hike her into my arms and carry her to the bed.
“No, wait… I have to get dressed,” she mumbles.
“You can rest for a couple of minutes. We're the stars of the show. They can wait.”
“It's rude to be late.”
“I'll take full responsibility for our rudeness,” I joke.
“Love you,” she murmurs, her eyes fluttering shut.
“I love you, too, baby.”
More than words could ever fully express.
CHAPTER FOUR
DECEMBER 17
