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Little means there’s really only a slightly better chance she isn’t going to roll. The limp pillows are flat and even if I rolled them, they wouldn’t offer much more support or stability. My chest tightens as I wonder what that might do to her or the baby.

Logically, this is the smartest way for us to sleep, I tell myself as I sit on the edge of the bed. I keep an eye on her and make sure she gets a full night’s sleep.

Winnie looks over her shoulder at me, brows furrowed. “What are you doing?”

“Coming to bed,” I reply, moving the pillows so that my front is to her back. I circle my arm around her stomach, sliding the other beneath her head, moulding myself to her. “Better?”

Winnie stiffens, her breaths sharpening, but she nods. “Yes.”

The only problem is her ass pressed against my cock. Unintentionally, I harden, but I try to think about anything else. Even though I finally have her in my arms again and I get to hold her after so long, it’s taking my body a little too long to recognise that this isn’t a chance at sex, but rather making sure she sleeps.

I just wish she wouldn’t wiggle her ass.

At the second press of her against my now-throbbing cock, I skim my hand over her stomach to brush my fingers against her pussy. “Honey, you know exactly what you’re doing. Stop.”

Winnie stills, and from my vantage point, I watch a flush form on her cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her ass moves again, essentially stroking me through her ridiculous little nightgown.

Instead of deigning her with a response, I slide my fingers under her panties and almost groan at how wet she is. “This what you want, Honey? Me playing with you? Is that the real reason why you got me up?”

I shiver at her little whimper. I circle her clit and watch her reactions carefully, the corners of my lips tugging as her lashes flutter and eyes roll into the back of her head. “Max…” she whispers, tensing as I drag my finger to her opening.

“Use your words, not tricks, Honey. Tell me what you want,” I murmur, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear.

A small part of me warns that this is crossing a line I can’t come back from. But she’s been the only thing on my mind for months. I can set the boundary that this is only physical. There doesn’t need to be any emotion involved in what we do.

That’s a lie, and you know it. And my subconscious is right.

But for her, I might just risk it.

Winnie’s eyes flutter open. “God, please just make me come.”

I bite back a smile as I slide my first finger inside her, which earns me another whimper. “That’s all you needed to ask, Honey. How hard was that?”

“You’re such an asshole,” she bites back, lips parting in a ‘o’ as I add a second finger.

“What was that?” I ask, voice low.

Her eyes find mine, and she smiles. “Asshole.”

I don’t give her slow or gentle. The Honey I know doesn’t like either. She’d taken me beautifully at the bar, and I’ve been dreaming of how well she’ll take me again.

With little softness, I slide out of her, ignoring her groan of discontent as I free myself from my sweatpants. “You’re going to take me like the good girl I know you can be.”

Winnie’s eyes widen with excitement as I push her panties aside from behind and use her arousal as lube, swiping myself through her folds until my cock is thoroughly coated in her desire. Another soft whimper leaves her lips when I rub my tip against her clit before notching myself at her entrance.

Eyes locked on her face, I watch every pinch or softening of her expression as I slide into her. Unlike our first time, there’s no resistance when I slam my hips against her ass. Her lips pop in an ‘o’, eyes rolling into the back of her head, and just that first thrust has her cunt flooding with more arousal. It makes the next thrust even easier, has me sliding out and back in with very little effort.

I hum under my breath as I bring my hand around her front to cup her again. “There you go. You do know how to listen. And so well, too.”

Winnie bites her lip, lashes fluttering. “Max⁠—”

“What?” I pull out and slam into her, making her cry out. “What do you need, honey? You want to come, but you don’t get to do that until I tell you you’re allowed to. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” she stutters, finding my stare. A pink flush darkens her cheeks, and the haze of pleasure turns her eyes from a simple grey to a storm. The walls of her cunt flutter and tightening around me. “But I need to come soon.”

The corners of my lips quirk. “No.”

Before she can set her mouth in a pout, I set an even, hard pace, each slam of my hips against her as echoing in the soft silence of the room. She doesn’t respond; instead, only her little whimpers dare break the quiet. Every flutter of her pussy has my cock swelling, and every sound she makes goes straight to my dwindling control.