“May the best man win,” the councilman remarked.
Victor chuckled. “Sure.”
When Taylor shifted uncomfortably, Victor frowned and pulled his hand from the councilman.
“Come on. Let’s get you home.”
“Victor, I’m good.”
He nodded at Gregor who pulled out his phone and, no doubt, called Victor’s new driver to bring the car around.
Taylor walked over and grabbed her purse from a chair. She knew there was no sense in arguing with him. His mind was made up.
Kena grabbed her coat from a rack and handed it to Victor. After tucking her into her coat, he placed a hand at the small of her back and led her toward the door.
* * *
Taylor slippedthe soft cotton nightshirt over her head and wrapped her hair with a satin scarf. When she walked out of the bathroom, Victor was standing in the middle of the room, staring intently at a sheet of paper that was in his hand.
“What’s that?”
“Carlotta sent over your itinerary for next week. Kena printed it out and left it on my desk.”
Taylor sighed. “What’s my week looking like?”
“Like this.” Victor tore the paper in half and placed it on the dresser. “It’s been a crazy campaign. You’ve worked hard, made every single appearance without so much as one complaint. Thank you, sweetheart, but now I just want you to rest.”
Taylor certainly wasn’t going to argue. The pain in her lower back from carrying what couldn’t have been a normal sized baby was on Victor’s side of the dispute. Besides, the way he looked standing there shirtless and in pajama pants was a distraction. Forming a logical argument would be nearly impossible. All she could think about was running her fingers over his solid chest and chiseled abs. His thick, dark hair was pushed away from his handsome face, and the dark-rimmed reading glasses sitting on his nose slid far enough for her to be spellbound by the jade of his eyes.
Victor’s smirk let on that he noticed her admiration. He pulled the glasses from his face and moved to place them on the nightstand.
“Assume the position,” he instructed in deep, sultry tone that filled her with hope of a gratifying night.
Taylor was almost giddy when she pulled back the linen and climbed into bed. She rolled on her side, turning her back to him. After climbing in on his side of the bed, he slid her nightshirt over her hips and massaged her lower back.
“Mmmm, that feels so good,” Taylor moaned.
She closed her eyes and melted against the pillow as he massaged the tension from her back. When she heard him squeezing lotion into his hand, she knew she was in for a treat. His hands moved to her butt. As he kneaded the tight muscles, the mood of the massage switched from maintenance to foreplay. The heat of his touch rushed to her core. Her sex throbbed with need. Apparently, her husband was either reading her body, or her mind.
He allowed his hand to glide sensually over until it reached her breast. He toyed with her extra sensitive nipple. She inhaled a sharp breath when a jolt of sexual electricity shocked her pussy.
Taylor pushed her ass against his hard dick, ready to beg for him to enter.
“Damn,” he whispered near her ear. “You want me in that sweet pussy, don’t you?”
“Yesssss,” Taylor hissed. “Please.”
His hand moved over her round belly, and his fingers found her clit. The small bundle of nerves went into a frenzy as he drew circles against the swollen bud. He pushed his dick against her ass while playing with her pussy. Taylor clawed the sheets as he fondled her to the point of orgasm. Her toes curled, her body tensed, and she cried out her release.
Victor slid his pajama pants down and spread her ass cheeks. He slid into her while her pussy throbbed through an intense orgasm. He slid an arm under her shoulder and used the other to grip her hip as he filled her completely with life-changing dick.
“Oh,baby… you feel so good,” he declared.
But it was the way he was making her feel that made everything right in her world. She pushed her ass out, giving him more. The sound of his pleasure as he grunted through heavy breaths was fuel, motivation for her to please him more and more. She matched every stroke as he rodded her from behind until she was struck by an unexpected climax that rocked her to the core. He fucked her with fiery intent as her pussy contracted around his dick, secreting a release that made her go lightheaded.
“Aghhh! Fuck!” Victor croaked, as he pushed fiercely into her one last time.
He held her tight as he whimpered through his own eruption. Taylor could feel his strong thigh quivering against her skin. He slid his hand over her stomach and worked to control his breathing. For seconds, they rested without words until Victor broke the silence.
“You okay?” he asked with softness and regret.
Taylor smiled. No matter how many times she and her obstetrician assured him that sex wouldn’t hurt the baby, he still worried after every lovemaking session.
“Yes, Victor, I’m perfect,” she assured.
“Okay, good. I’ll get you a towel,” he said through a breath, seconds before she heard snoring.
