Heath: The canned tuna I bought keeps disappearing.
Charlie: That’s odd. You must have a tuna thief.
Heath: Yeah, a stubborn hellcat.
My fingers pause over the screen, biting my lip to hide a smile.
Charlie: Thanks for installing the lights. You really didn’t have to do that.
Heath: Sure I did. Keeping my wife safe isn’t optional.
My stomach flips at his protective tone, sending electric sparks down my spine. I absolutely shouldn’t find his possessive nature so sexy, yet with every kind gesture and thoughtfulaction, it’s becoming harder to remember why I’m not supposed to fall for him in the first place.
Charlie: I appreciate it, baby daddy.
Heath: Fuck, it’s hot when you call me that.
Charlie: Then maybe I should stop.
Heath: Don’t you dare.
Charlie: We’ll see.
I can’t resist tossing back the same reply he gave me after I rejected his first proposal. I’ve always gotten a thrill from riling him up, but lately it’s become a dangerous game of foreplay.
Charlie: You coming home soon?
Heath: At Prickly Pear now. Be home in thirty.
I think I like him calling my apartment home more than I should. Playing house is seriously messing with my head, and the way he kissed me right after we heard our baby’s heartbeat isn’t doing me any favors.
I go inside, fanning myself as I climb the stairs.
God, why am I so turned on right now?
Just thinking about Heath is enough to spark a deep aching throb between my thighs.
I used to chalk up the idea of pregnancy increasing sex drive to a myth, but now I’m not so sure. At this point, I’m collecting symptoms like Halloween candy—except instead of sweet treats, I have a season pass to the Tilt-A-Whirl with a side of nausea and fatigue. Then again, if a heightened libido is part of the package, maybe it’s not so bad after all.
Heath said he’d be home in thirty minutes. That’s plenty of time for me to relieve this unbearable tension so I’m not a needy wreck when he gets back.
When I get to my room, I open the nightstand drawer and take out Betty. She’s been my ride-or-die through plenty of lonely nights, post-game wallowing after shitty dates, and now these wild pregnancy hormones that have me ready to dry hump my pillow like a teenager. I can always count on her to get the job done fast, and tonight I’m really counting on it.
My gaze shifts to the door, and I decide to leave it ajar so I can hear if Heath gets back sooner than expected.
Anxious to get out of my clothes, I peel off my T-shirt and toss it over the chair in the corner.
I unclip the pump from my waistband, careful with the tubing as I set it on the nightstand, then slide off my jeans and panties. My bra is the last to go. I sigh in relief as my breasts are finally free from their confines. They’ve become extra sensitive lately, and even the slightest brush of air makes my nipples harden instantly.
Betty in hand, I crawl to the middle of the bed and lie on my back. A shiver runs down my spine as I push the tip inside myself, coating it with my wetness. I groan as pleasure blooms at the intrusion. It’s been months since Heath was inside me, but I’m soaked just imagining him sliding in and claiming me again.
A soft hum fills the air as I turn the device on. The vibrations pulse through me, pulling a soft moan from me as they tease my entrance. I let the sensation build, slowly rocking the smallarm of the toy against my clit before spreading my legs wider and working the thick shaft deeper inside me. My pussy clenches greedily around it with every inch.
My mind drifts to Heath kneeling between my legs, his hot tongue licking me until I was trembling. His fingers pressed into the tender skin of my inner thighs, pinning me open with that delicious bite of pain as he sucked on my swollen clit. I can almost hear his low growl, the one he made right before I shattered on his tongue.
The man has the stamina of a thoroughbred stallion. He fucked me senseless, recovered in minutes, and came back for round after round until I was hoarse from screaming his name and dripping with sweat and cum. It’s no wonder I ended up pregnant after only one night together.
I angle the small vibrating arm firmly against my clit, and a sharp jolt of pleasure shoots through me, knocking the air from my lungs.
