She brushed my dick accidentally while she was measuring my inseam. “Oh, sorry about that,” she said, blushing.
“It’s okay, baby.”Oh no, the Lucian evolution.Lucian: the angel, the drunk, the mortal pervert.
She glanced at my wedding ring. “What’s the occasion?”
“Friend’s wedding,” I said.
She was an attractive woman, but I wasn’t attracted to her. I was just getting the attention I hadn’t gotten from Evey in a while. Evey had been swept up in Brooklyn’s wedding and the new studio loft, and now she would be swept up in a baby and have no time for me. I wondered if it was all worth it. I was changing fast. When I went to step into the dressing room, the woman hesitated outside it. She stared at me and glanced past me into the empty dressing room space. It was a come on.I’ve still got it.But I shook my head at her.
She looked away and said, “I’ll be out here when you’re dressed.”
Evey had texted me to meet her back at the apartment since I was taking forever, according to her. I believe her texts were starting to get naggy, but that might have been me being sensitive.
When I walked through the door, she yelled from the couch, “Finally!” Her tone was not pleasant.
I slurred, “Honey, I’m home.”
“I’m not laughing, Lucian. Where were you?”
I walked up to her and held out a receipt. “I got a suit. It’ll be ready in a couple of days.”
She was sitting on the couch with her legs and arms crossed. There was no expression on her face. “Did it take five hours?”
“I ran into Zack.”
“Do I smell whiskey?”
“Evey, there is no way you can smell my breath from down there.”
“I’m pregnant, Lucian.” She tossed a copy ofWhat to Expect When You’re Expectingin my direction. “My sense of smell is heightened.”
“Oh. Well, I had a couple of drinks.” I looked at my feet, ashamed.
She huffed as she stood from the couch. “I’m showering,” she said, walking past me.
“I’ll join you.”
“That’s okay.”
It’s happening.I followed her down the hall and went past the bathroom to our bedroom. When I heard the water go on, I decided I wasn’t going to sit back and let that bartender be right. We needed make-up sex. I stalked into the bathroom and stripped down.
I opened the shower curtain. At first she scowled, then her expression softened.
“I want to touch my wife.” I waited for her to give me permission.
She nodded infinitesimally. That was enough. Pressing myself against her back, I felt her relax. I kissed her neck, and she moaned.
“I do need this, Lucian,” she said.
“I know.”
I moved my hand lower and touched her until she was writhing in my arms. I turned her around and slammed my mouth into hers. She bit my lip hard.
I pulled back. “Ow. You taking your frustrations out on me?”
“No, I just want it rough. You’ve been too easy on me, too gentle. I want strong Lucian back.”
I picked her up to straddle me and pressed her hard against the tile. “I’m worried about the baby.”
