He pulls back and smirks, lips glistening. “Look at me. I want your eyes on me when my mouth makes you come.”
I tremble from the command in his voice, and I drag my gaze down my body to meet his gaze. Seeing his messy hair and his lust-drunk eyes undoes me, taking me halfway there already.
His mouth closes over me again, sucking my clit, and my world tilts. Pleasure floods through me.
“Zander—” I cry out, crashing hard.
But he doesn’t stop until I’m whimpering and weakly pushing his shoulders, trying to clamp my legs shut because I’m so sensitive. Then he pulls away, resting his chin on my stomach and licking his lips.
Why is that so hot?
“Always so sweet,” he says hoarsely, elbowing over me until the tip of his dick nudges at my entrance. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
He kisses me deep and thoroughly, and I taste myself on his tongue. It only spurs my desire.
“You’re—” I moan when he slips the tip inside me. “You’re insatiable.”
“And yet…” He thrusts deep, and my words and thoughts collapse in an abyss of pleasure.
We move together as though we’ve been doing this forever, and he whispers the filthiest things in my ear, making me flush and tremble.
When I come, it rips through me so hard I’m certain Poppy or Scarlett must’ve heard. He follows, collapsing against me, his laughter muffled against my neck.
“You gave us away,” he whispers.
“Because of you.” I swat his shoulder.
The banter fades, and for a while, we just lie there, tangled limbs, catching our breath.
He strokes my hair, softer now. “You drive me insane, you know that?”
“Good,” I whisper.
His lips brush mine in the most tender way, and tears sting in my eyes. I could stay here forever.
He pulls back, eyes shadowed. “Romy…” A chill rushes over my body from his tone. “I have to leave to go edit the video.”
My heart stutters. I knew the time for him to leave was coming, but I didn’t realize how soon it would be. “When?”
“Couple days,” he admits.
I stare at him, trying not to show how upset this makes me. We knew his job wouldn’t make this easy. “Okay. Does this mean that I have to invest in sexy pajamas?”
He chuckles and kisses me briefly. “No, I like your flannel ones.”
His arms wrap around me, and I hold him. I’m going to be strong, and we’re going to get through this.
Then he slips down and kisses my stomach. “Don’t grow too fast, little one. And be good for Mommy.”
Tears sting my eyes, but I push them back when he crawls back up and moves my hair off my face.
“We’re going to be fine,” I say, trying to reassure him I can handle this, and I’m not going anywhere.
He doesn’t say anything, but he holds me the rest of the night as though he worries I’m the one running off.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Zander
