She rolls her hips once. “I’m wet.”
“You’re seven months pregnant.”
“Mmhmm.”
“And horny.”
“Not my fault you knocked me up and got hotter.” She leans down and kisses the corner of my mouth. “It’s your fault I’m this horny.”
My grip tightens on her sides.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Havoc.”
She just smiles. “Yeah, but what a way to go.”
Then she straddles me fully, sliding until her knees bracket my hips on the bench, belly prominent and shirt hanging open.
I groan low in my throat, as her fingers hook into the waistband of my gym shorts.
“Carina—”
“Can I?” Her voice is raspy, but she pauses, waiting for my answer.
“Yeah.” I nod once, already gone. “Fuck yeah.”
She pulls everything down in one motion, tugging until my cock springs free, already hard and aching and flushed with the same heat that’s rising in my chest.
“Jesus.” My head drops back against the bench, muscles flexing as she sinks onto me. “Fuck, baby.”
“Thought I better give you something fresh to jerk off to,” she exhales, grinding gently. “While you’re stuck in some hotel room next week without me.”
My palm lands on her ass with a sharp clap before I can stop myself.
“Filthy little mouth.”
She moans, eyes fluttering. “That a complaint?”
“No,” I growl. “That’s a never stop.”
Her body’s different now—fuller, softer, skin flushed and glowing—but she’s stillher,and I’m still a fucking goner.
She starts to move faster, wringing the pleasure out of every inch, even as she wobbles.
“Hey, careful.” I tighten my grip on her thighs. “You sure you’re okay like this?”
She braces one hand on my chest and meets my eyes. “Reid, I’m seven months pregnant. I’ve researched every safe position twice, and I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to ride you right now. So unless you wanna be medically overruled…”
I groan again, shaking my head.
“Is this how I go?” I manage. “Fucked to death on a bench press?”
She grins. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“You stop,” I grit out, “and I’m divorcing you before we even get married.”
That gets a real laugh out of her, and I feel it all the way through me as much of the idea of it all. Especially as she leans forward, palms flat on my chest, and grinds down harder.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “Keep going.”
