My heart fluttered with joy. “Those two were my favorites.”
Jake laughed. “I know. They’re highlighted and bolded. Kinda hard to miss.”
“So you really do like them? You’re not just agreeing with me for the sake of it?” I asked.
“I love them,” Jake said. “Those are the names I want.”
I embraced him, careful not to squish his belly, and kissed his cheek. “It’s settled, then.”
Jake took my face in his hands and kissed me on the lips, which slowly evolved into a passionate open kiss. When we pulled away, his face was flushed.
“Maybe we should continue thisnotin the nursery,” he suggested with a flash of teeth.
“Maybe we should wait until the movers are gone, as well?” I added.
Jake let out a dramatic groan. “Stupid movers, doing all the hard physical labor for me. Why won’t you leave so we can fuck?”
“Shh, they’ll hear you,” I said, laughing.
“Good. Maybe they’ll leave faster,” Jake said with an evil grin.
“What’s gotten into you?” I teased. “Usually you’re not this horny in the middle of the day.”
He blushed and shot a glare at me. “I dunno. The hormones must really be getting to me.”
“Hm. Then I’ll just have to take care of that for you, won’t I?” I said.
I put my arm around Jake and gently herded him out of the nursery. He raised a brow at me, wordlessly asking what I was up to, but seemed to understand when I guided him to our bedroom and shut the door behind us.
“Now? Seriously? With the movers in the house?” Jake asked, flabbergasted. His face turned a deep shade of pink. “I was just joking!”
I smirked. “I’m not.”
My hand drifted below his large belly to the front of his sweatpants, and sure enough, there was a considerable bulge there.
Jake whimpered. “Seriously, I can wait until they’re gone. It’s notthaturgent.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked seriously.
He hesitated and bit his lip. “No, not really,” he mumbled, glancing off to the side in embarrassment. “I just don’t want to get caught.”
“Why would we get caught?” I asked. “We’re behind a closed door, and they still have a couple hours of work left.”
He glared at me, obviously too aroused to continue worrying about it. “Fine. Then suck my cock.”
An electric jolt ran down my spine. “Yes, my love.”
Jake took a seat on the edge of the bed while I fell to my knees. I carefully pushed his thighs apart and pulled the waistband of his pants down to his ankles. Despite wanting to hide it, he was hard. I grinned to myself and palmed his cock through the fabric, which elicited a moan from Jake.
“Good?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he mumbled, still with a deep blush in his cheeks.
His eyes kept darting to the door, which remained closed. To get his mind off it, I pulled back the flap of his boxers and took his cock out. He hissed softly at the contact of cool air against his hot flesh, but the sound melted into a moan when I took him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he whined. “It’s good.”
I had enough practice to easily take the length of his cock. In one gulp, the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat. I’d learned to kill my gag reflex by now, but it also helped that Jake was moaning openly as he clutched the sheets so hard they nearly ripped.
