Dammit, this woman has me in a chokehold.
“You’ve never been more beautiful than you are right now,” I growl. “Round with my baby and begging for my cock.”
Charlie splays her palms against the mirror as she bends forward. Her pear-shaped ass lifts in the air. I place one handon her waist and guide my shaft into her from behind with the other.
“Yes. Right there,” she groans.
Each deep stroke draws a ragged sound from her throat. I slide my hand up, palming her breast as she arches into me, meeting every thrust with a desperate roll of her hips. She’s completely lost to the pleasure, chasing the spiraling wave of lust building between us.
With her on the brink of release, I dip my head to her ear. “You close?”
She nods frantically, head thrown back as she chases her release with rapid little movements of her hips.
“Tell me you’re sexy,” I say, slowing my thrusts to a torturous glide. “Tell me you’re the most beautiful woman in Bluebell.”
“Heath,” Charlie whines.
“Come on, hellcat,” I whisper as I trace my tongue along the column of her neck. “Admit the truth and I’ll give you what you need.”
She stares at her reflection, swallowing hard but otherwise staying silent.
“Repeat after me. I am sexy,” I say.
She hesitates, letting out a shaky exhale.
“Come on,” I coax her. “I want to hear those words coming from that pretty mouth of yours.”
“I am sexy,” she murmurs.
My hand moves to her mound as I grind against her. “I’m the most beautiful woman in Bluebell.”
“I’m the most beautiful woman in Bluebell,” she repeats, her voice growing more confident.
“That’s right, gorgeous,” I praise, pressing a kiss to her hair. “No one could ever compare to you, Charlie. You’re all I see.”
She lifts her eyes to mine, shining with trust, showing me she accepts every word I’ve said.
“Let go for me, sweetheart,” I command gently.
I roll her clit between my fingers and drop my head on her shoulder and pour all my energy into every driving thrust.
Her body shudders against mine as she falls apart, and I stay buried inside her as her climax triggers my own. My arm remains fastened tight around her waist to keep her grounded through every pulsing wave. A part of me wants to freeze time right here—with her looking confident and radiant, finally seeing how completely obsessed I am.
As she drifts back down to earth, I trail my fingers along her spine and kiss along the nape of her neck. “You all right?”
She tilts her head, giving me a sated smile. “Mm-hmm. Thank you, Heath. Truly.”
“Always,” I say, gliding my thumb down her cheek, tracing her freckles.
I’d trade anything for a thousand more moments like this. That’s when it sinks in. What I feel is much more than obsession or simple affection. I’ve fallen for Charlie Bennett, and someday soon, I’ll tell her exactly what she means and why I can’t imagine my future without her and our baby girl.
Paid In Full
“Our girl squad is expanding, and I’m so here for it,” Briar exclaims, sifting through another rack of baby clothes.
“Look how precious these are,” Birdie squeals, holding up a pair of baby overalls with a ruffled bottom. “They’d be perfect with that bow I spotted at the baby boutique yesterday.”
“You think that’s cute? Just wait until you see this one,” I say, ducking behind the register.
