I imagine some men might be turned off by their partner’s expanding form. The silvery stretch marks. The thought of a baby being so close to their cock when they’re buried deep inside. Not me. I think the pregnant female body is absolutely amazing. Maybe it comes from being a doctor and my familiarity with the physiology of it. Whatever it is, I can’t keep myself from touching her when she’s near. From watching her when she’s far. From fantasizing about her when we’re apart. Which is why it’s hard not to be a little disappointed it won’t be happening again for a while. So if this is the last time I get to have sex with my pregnant wife, I’m sure as hell going to enjoy it.
“I want to taste every goddamn inch of you,” I whisper into her ear. “Your neck.” I kiss her pulse point at her throat. “Your breasts.” I pinch a sensitive nipple. “Your delectable pussy.” I touch her through her sleep shorts. Then I move a finger farther back. “Even here.”
She grips me harder. She loves it when I talk dirty. And the way she responds to me makes me feel like the king of the fucking world. The ruler of the universe.
“Take off my clothes already,” she begs.
I know she’s going to let me do all the things I crave. But right now, my lady is hungry for my cock to be inside her. And who am I to deny her anything? So when she climbs on top of me and sinks down, I once again thank my lucky stars that it was her. That itisher. That it willalwaysbe her.
“Need any help?” I ask hours later when she proclaims she needs a shower. “Shave your legs perhaps?” I cock a sultry brow. “Or other parts of you?”
She shoots me a traitorous look. “Are you calling me hairy?”
I raise my hands in surrender knowing better than to answer that question. “You’re perfect, babe. I was just offering my services should they be needed.”
“If you want to be of service, how about making bacon and eggs?” She rubs her stomach. “Baby’s hungry after all that.”
I laugh. “Thebabyis hungry, huh?”
“She is. And she wants pancakes too.”
I spring out of bed and pull on my skivvies. “Whatever my girls want.”
Still naked, she walks over and plants a kiss on me. “I can’t wait to marry you next week.”
I smile, because the woman has been nothing if not indulgent. She’s let me plan everything, never mentioning that it’s a second wedding, or a vow renewal, or even just me needing validation of something I don’t remember. She’s acting giddy almost, like how I’d expect a fiancée would behave before her impending nuptials.
I nip her earlobe. “You’re going to be the most beautiful bride.”
She giggles, looking down. “Yeah, right. With this basketball belly?”
“That’s exactly why you’re going to be so beautiful. Ava, when I’m up there on that altar, I’ll be pledging my life tobothof you.”
“I love you, Trev.”
I swipe my lips across hers. “I love you too.” I turn her around and give her a playful swat on the ass. “Go take your shower. There will be a feast waiting for you.”
Grabbing my phone, I head for the kitchen. I don’t even get as far as the living room when my phone rings. I put it on speaker so I can talk and cook at the same time.
“Hello?”
“Dr. Trevor Criss?”
“Yes, speaking.”
“My name is Dr. Marcus Malone. I believe you know Lance Sharp?”
My meeting with him last week flashes through my mind. But then I remember he was heading back overseas, and my whole body stiffens knowing firsthand the kinds of things that can happen over there. “Has something happened? Is he okay?”
“Yes, yes, yes, he’s fine. He reached out to me a few days ago and your name came up.”
I set the pancake mix on the counter. “Is that so?”
“It did indeed. I’d heard of the famous Amnesia Doctor, but I had no idea Lance had a personal connection.”
“Mmm,” I half-grumble, wondering what this guy’s angle is.
“He spoke very highly of you.”
