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“Looks like I’m missing out on cuddle time.” He picks up Ernie, much to his dismay, and sits down, setting the cat on his lap. “How was your day?”

“Funny you should ask.” I cannot wait to tell him what just conspired. That maybe this is all finally going to be behind us.

“Oh?” He tenses. “Is everything alright?”

“Yep.” I pat him on the chest before relaying the conversation I had with Glenn and my father. “I wasn’t sure what was going to happen there for a second when my father came on the line, but I said what the hell and laid into him. Maybe I shouldn’t have shown him our hand, but what’s done is done.”

He kisses me on the cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

I beam at his praise. I’m proud of me too. “Thank you.”

“The league is investigating, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it, even if he now knows you know. And the county has already gone to the authorities, so I guess we’ll see how it pans out.”

“True.” I rub a hand on my stomach.

“Now that everything is settled, at least for right now …” He wraps his arm around me, dragging me closer to him, his hand trailing up and down my shoulder. “You have more work to do?”

I close my eyes, sighing.

“Sutton, love?” he prompts before shifting and trailing kisses across my jaw and down the side of my throat.

I hum, sinking into his embrace.

He pulls back, and I glare at him. “Why did you stop?”

He laughs, low and gravelly, and the sound goes right to my core. I need him. Now.

“I’m happy to help.” Oops, guess I said that out loud. “But do you have more work to do?” He tips his chin toward my laptop.

“It can wait until later. There’s nothing pressing.”

“Good.” He gets to his feet and scoops me up. “Because this calls for a celebration.”

I squeal before wrapping my arms around him, and then we’re moving down the hallway. I pepper kisses along his neck and nip at his chin, which has him growling and holding me tighter. In our room, he kicks the door closed and then sets me on my feet in front of the bed.

“Strip.” He steps back, tugging his shirt off with one hand. Why is him doing that so hot? “Love.”

“Huh?” I ask, blinking out of my haze.

“Are you going to get naked or just stare at me? I enjoy you watching me, but I think it’ll be more fun if you take your clothes off too.” He smirks as his hands rest on his hips.

“Just watching my show,” I tell him before taking off my shirt and tossing it in the direction of the dresser. My sweats and socks are next. I reach up to unhook my bra, but before I can, Bash is in front of me, pushing my hand away.

“Let me do the honors?”

I spin around, and he unclips my bra, which I let fall to the floor as he drags me closer to him, his dick digging into my ass.

“These feel nice in my hands.” He cups my breasts. “The perfect handful.” I groan as he plays with one of them. His hand falls to my pregnant belly. “I like this too.” He rubs it gently. “I’m obsessed with it actually.” His other hand moves between my legs to my center. “And this too.” I moan, leaning back against him as his thumb circles my clit. “So wet and needy. Do you want to come like this, love?”

He doesn’t wait for me to respond, just thrusts a finger inside of me. I shift in his arms, widening my stance as he strokes in and out.

“Yes, Bash,” I chant. “Please don’t stop.”

He kisses the side of my neck, and I push my hair out of the way, tipping my head to give him better access.

He slips another finger inside of me, and I moan.

“Play with your tits, love,” he tells me as he uses his free hand to stroke my clit.