“This is good. Nice response so far. What I think we should try this week… Ah, Tyler, please stop,” I half begged, really wanting him to continue as his lips dragged open-mouthed kisses down my neck.
“What? I’m listening.” He swept my hair to the side as he continued his torture, diving into that tiny patch of skin above my collarbone that always made me lose any train of thought that wasn’t Tyler.
We stood in front of my desk as I showed him the metrics from his Instagram account this month. I had his staff take pictures of their favorite items for a couple of weeks, and while they were happy to do it, the perfectionist in me obsessed over the right angles and lighting. In between other client meetings, I was at his bakery a few times per week taking my own shots and uploading to the Hey, Batter account.
“It’s your own fault,” he said, swirling his tongue around that spot behind my ear that always liquified my knees. “How can I concentrate on numbers with you in that damn dress?”
I was pleasantly surprised to find awesome maternity clothes that didn’t make me look like a rag doll and enjoyed showing off my growing stomach and boobs that were their own planets now.
The bigger I became, the more Tyler lost all control. He was never within five feet of me without having his hands somewhere on my body, either swirling over my belly when we were in public or diving into my pants when we were alone. He’d made me come one night next to the cooling racks in the back of the bakery, and I still blushed hot all over whenever I’d see a scone.
Today, I wore a tight black dress and my favorite knee-high boots since I had an appointment after five o’clock. I should’ve known that Tyler would be too riled up to talk business. Or maybe I did.
I loved the way he looked at me, and still needed to steal every bit of his focus thanks to a nagging new insecurity that didn’t want to go away. I’d reveled in any attention he gave me and soaked it up whenever I could. But other than that one time, we never said what we were to each other.
We’d talk for hours about the baby and how we’d fix up the extra room in my apartment. On weepy nights, I’d open up about my father a little bit, glossing over the one night I still couldn’t bring up to anyone, but that was it. Our future together that didn’t involve our baby wasn’t discussed.
I wasn’t the kind of girl who needed anI love youfrom anyone. The guys who told me they loved me over the years were sweet, and although I’d say it back, there was never much feeling behind it. I liked them all well enough but shook it off quickly when I’d walk away.
I had no idea how to walk away from Tyler. I could just tell him that I loved him, but the pettiness in me wanted to hear it first. It was as if I craved final confirmation that I was the woman he loved, not the girl he couldn’t stand and spent most of his life running away from. Ineededto hear it from him, and I hated that.
“My metrics meetings with clients usually don’t go like this.” I leaned into Tyler, rubbing against his denim-covered cock as I reached back to squeeze his leg.
He swiveled me around and weaved his hand into my hair, pulling at the root to make me look up.
“They better not,” he growled and took my mouth in a possessive, hungry kiss.
We only had a half hour before my next call, but I found myself dropping to my knees and opening his belt buckle.
Lust burned hot in his gaze as I licked my lips and pulled down his briefs.
“Livie, are you home?”
I groaned at the sound of my grandmother’s voice. I’d forgotten she was visiting my mother today, along with everything else thanks to Tyler’s lips and hands. I stood from the floor as I helped Tyler buckle himself back up, chuckling against his lips as he rolled my desk chair in front of him.
“I am,” I said when I opened the door. “Come in, Nana.”
“I know you’re working, and I didn’t want to bother you.” All five feet of her scooted into my apartment with a large tray. “I made extra eggplant for you so you could eat.” Her wrinkled hand patted my belly. “Your mother said that you need to eat more.”
“Nana, I eat plenty.” I motioned down my body. “I promise. Plus, Tyler gives me all the cookies and cake I want.”
Nana turned and spotted Tyler by my desk. His sheepish smile told me that his hard-on wasn’t deflated enough to come out of hiding just yet.
“Nice to see you, Mrs. Esposito.”
“Oh, Tyler, please.” She waved a hand at him. “I’ve known you since you were a baby. Besides, you knocked up my granddaughter, so Maria or Nana is fine.”
“Nana, oh my God!” I dropped my face to my hands.
“I’m too old to sugarcoat things, sweetheart.”
I had to laugh as she shuffled into my kitchen, steadying the tray in one hand as she opened my refrigerator door.
“I better get going. We have orders to catch up on.” Tyler finally came back out from behind my chair. “I’m sorry I can’t go with you tonight. Especially when you look like that.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper as his gaze swept down my body.
“It’s okay. I’ll call you when I get back.” I pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling when he went in for another one after I pulled away.
“Take care, Mrs.—I mean, Nana.”
