She also felt his erection press against her butt through his shorts and he lightly brushed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. “If you decide you don’t want to wear a bra, that wouldn’t hurt my feelings, either,” he rumbled in her ear.
Ohmygawd!She felt like she’d melt against him from the heat in his tone.
She tipped her head back against his shoulder and tried to grind against him, but he shifted his hips back. “No, baby,” he cooed, nipping the shell of her ear. “Not now. Later. If you’re good, I’ll even let you pick how you want to get it out of me.”
And with that, he released her.
Dewi stood there, her pulse pounding and her pussy throbbing as she panted. But when she turned he’d already backed away, evilly smiling and pointing at the doorway. “Go on, baby. Sooner we get some food in you, sooner we can come home and play before we fall asleep.”
At war within her, the urge to drag his handsome ass back to bed and the unfamiliar but not unpleasant desire to obey him and keep him smiling that playfully devious smile.
Only for him, though.
No one had ever made her feel like this. “Okay!”
She headed out into the bedroom, to their closet, while she heard the shower start.
Okay, he wants to play? We’ll play.
Except she didn’t have a lot of choices in the way of dresses.
For starters, she haaaaated wearing dresses even when she wasn’t pregnant. So she didn’t have a huge selection.
But…
She found a maxi sundress she’d purchased while they’d been on their little Valentine’s Day beach weekend down at Manasota Key. He’d liked the way it looked on her and so she’d bought it just for that reason. Sort of tie-dyed in shades of turquoise and purple, with a smocked bodice and empire waist. Meaning she could get away without a bra.
She pulled it on and…
Yes!It was almost too snug around the tummy, and it was a little too casual for where she wanted to go, even for Florida.
But she was pregnant, so she knew she’d get a fashion pass.
Then she eyed one of Ken’s button-up shirts, a long-sleeved black one, and she snagged it, neatly rolled the sleeves up to her elbows, and then rolled the hem up and under and tied the shirttails under her boobs.
Ha! Perfect!
She wouldn’t win any awards, but the black shirt did tone it down a little and made it look slightly less beachy. Again, she was obviously pregnant. Anyone who didn’t like how she was dressed could kiss her ample ass.
She almost opted to eschew panties but then realized that might not be the wisest thing when an errant laugh could sometimes make her piddle. She donned a pair and tucked two clean extra pairs in her purse.
That was the only bad part about this outfit—no way to carry.
Unless…
No,badDewi.She could wear a shoulder holster harness under the shirt, but that would be uncomfortable in this outfit. And an ankle holster in this dress would likely be uncomfortable, possibly catch on something, and even though her clumsiness had mostly abated she didn’t want to make headlines “for pregnant lady accidentally shooting herself in the foot while peeing.”
Purse carry it is.
Her preferred method was a waistband holster, front or back when she wasn’t pregnant, and of course in the back now that she was. Her usual working outfit, a cami top with an overshirt, allowed her to easily conceal it.
“I’ll meet you downstairs,” she called into the bathroom. “I’m going to talk to Badger.”
“Okay.”
She headed down and found him in the kitchen getting ready to cook himself dinner.
He did a literal double-take. “Holy shite! Where’s my Dewi, and what’d ye do to her?”
