“You think you can resist me?”
“I can, yes.”
“Hmm,” I said. “Let’s put that theory to the test.” I slid my hand down the front of his shorts, finding his semi-erection.
He caught my wrist. “Deanna, you stop this.”
“Make me,” I challenged, grinding my hips against him.
“This, it does not…” He took a deep breath as I rolled my hips against him. “This proves nothing.”
“Doesn’t it?” My lips brushed his ear. “Your body’s already telling me everything I need to know.”
He tried to lift me off him. “I am serious about this, Dede.”
“So am I.” I kissed along his jaw, feeling the tension in his muscles as he fought his own desire.
When I slipped my hand back into his shorts, he groaned. “You are not playing fair.”
“Never said I would.” I stroked him, watching his resolve crumble with each movement. His hands tightened on my waist, no longer trying to push me away.
Victory was mine.
“Front door open.” The emotionless robotic voice sounded over my home’s speakers, stopping me cold.
That shouldn’t be happening. We both turned toward the foyer, suddenly alert. Were we being robbed?
My mouth went dry as I looked for something to use as a weapon. Then I heard a whispered voice. “Mom’s probably asleep. We shouldn’t wake her.”
There was a hollow rattle, like someone bumping into one of my hallway lamps. Then Santo’s answering whisper: “Shh! Be careful, angel.”
It was the kids! My heart lurched. We were about to get caught in the act. I tried to pull away from Aris, but he held me firmly.
“I have changed my mind about waiting for marriage,” he murmured, and began kissing me deeply, ignoring my frantic attempt to escape.
I pushed against his chest, but his grip was strong, and I couldn’t break free.
“Our kids are in the next room, Aris,” I hissed. “They’ll see us!”
I was panicking. What would they say if they saw us like this, clothes messed up and clearly making out?
He smirked, leaning close to my ear. “Maybe it is time all of this was out in the open, yes?” he whispered, then moved his lips down to press against my mouth before trailing lower to claim my nipple through my nightgown...
“Aris, they’re right there…”
“Then you better be quiet if you do not want to get caught.” His hand slid under my nightgown.
My protest died in my throat as he slipped his hand between us and found my pussy, already wet despite my panic. He knew exactly what he was doing, working me while his mouth continued its assault on my breast.
I bit down on my lip, listening for footsteps. Instead, I heard Tia’s voice moving toward the stairs: “I’m exhausted. Let’s go to bed.”
Santo’s reply was muffled, followed by the sound of footsteps on the stairs, then Tia’s bedroom door closing.
They’d gone straight upstairs. We were safe.
But Aris didn’t stop. He freed himself from his shorts, positioned me over him, and pulled me down in one smooth motion.
I had to press my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out as his thickness stretched my slick walls in that perfect, overwhelming way. At twenty-nine weeks with twins, my belly pressed heavily against his abs.
