His fingers brushed my knee. “You listening?”
I blinked up at him, biting my lip. “Remember what you said to me five years ago?”
His brows furrowed.
“That you could be anyone I wanted you to be?” I dragged a fingertip down his chest, hovering just above the towel. “Right now, I need you to be someone whopleasesme.”
“Eunice.” His jaw tightened.
“I’m sofrustrated.” I arched my back slightly, letting the sheet slip lower. “And you’re just there. Not doing anything.”
His gaze flicked to my swollen stomach, hesitation flashing in his eyes. “I don't want to hurt you.”
“I’m not made of glass.” I caught his wrist, pressing his palm against my bare thigh. “I need you inside me.”
He exhaled sharply, fingers flexing against my skin. “It’s not safe.”
“The doctor said it’s okay to have sex. Plus, I can be on top.” I tugged him closer until his knees hit the mattress. “You let me control it.”
“Fuck.”
“That’s the idea.”
For a heartbeat, he didn’t move. Then, his hands slid under my hips, lifting me with ease. The second I straddled him, his grip turned bruising, fingers digging into my flesh like he was afraid I’d vanish.
“We take it slow,” he warned, voice rough.
I rolled my hips, just enough to feel him hard beneath me. “Or what?”
His breath seized. “Or I'll bend you and take your assinstead.”
I grinned. “Promises, promises.”
THE END
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