“Declan, we really can’t do this right now.” My body glides back-and-forth sideways against a wide industrial shelf tucked away in the backroom, surrounded by stacks of boxes and racks of clothes.
“No?” he taunts, pressing in deeper, sending a shiver through me that makes my eyes roll back and my spine arch off the shelf. My fingers tighten around a slender metal pole for support.
“Oh shit,” I breathe out as he finds that perfect spot.
“I know my wife isn’t saying I can’t fuck this pussy that drives me wild in her brand-new storage room,” he growls low.
“Dec-Declan, my staff could hear us,” I whisper nervously.
It feels like my husband is fucking me into the shelf. The piles of shirts my team and I folded lie scattered around our feet.
“I can’t get enough of your juicy pregnant pussy.”
I laugh softly. “You couldn’t get enough of it before I was pregnant.”
Declan flashes a panty dropping smirk. “Touché, darlin’.”
Whenever he calls me "darlin'," the word stirs a deeper heat within me.
Declan’s Ravens MC leather vest rest on a box next to us. He’s wearing a black Henley paired with blue jeans and black boots.
His jeans and boxers pool around his boots. With every thrust into my warmth, his hefty belt buckle clangs against the concrete floor.
“We need to start working on baby number two right away,” he growls through clenched teeth.
His large hand strokes my barely-there belly. I adore the feel of his touch there.
My free hand holds his in place.
I treasure the rare curve of a smile on his lips but worry soon floods me and I squeeze my eyes tight.
“Meridea, look at me.”
I remain silent, eyes closed.
“Let go of the pole,” he commands.
I obey.
He lifts me into his arms, never pulling out. His muscled arms hold me close, and despite the danger surrounding us, I feel safe.
My eyes flutter open and I meet his gaze as I hook my arms around his neck.
“Meridea, I need you here with me,” he whispers as he moves us until my back presses against the wall.
“I’m worried about you.” I feel the hormone tears coming.
His lips capture mine in a heady kiss as he slowly thrusts inside me. I nip gently at his upper lip, then the lower. Declan's tongue slips into my mouth, and my tongue curls around his, unwilling to let go.
Then I recall my grand opening. Reluctantly, I pull back. "You can’t take my panties this time."
He strokes my breast as he circles within me, driving me wild.
"I won’t. You’ll pull your panties back up and keep my cum locked inside you."
His seductive words cause my pussy to clench. My lips press against his again. “Okay.”
A broad smile lifts his bearded cheeks. I adore how my husband truly sees and cherishes me.
