Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I’ve only got a bit of time left before Jane’s pink room is all gone. Her bed is still there and her pink curtains too, but they won’t stay. Not forever.
My pink robe still hangs on the back of the door, even if her fairy castle has been put away in the garage. I have a new robe now, and it’s purple, not pink.
I even have lacy underwear these days too. If I could forgive Kelly Anne enough to speak with her, I’m sure she’d laugh.
I help Nick chop up the vegetables for dinner, and my engagement ring sparkles in the light. I stop to stare and he grabs me from behind, lands hot kisses on the back of my neck until I squeal.
“Less of the magpie act, more chopping please, sweetheart,” he says. “I’m looking forward to an early night.”
I am, too.
I’ve been craving an early night all week.
It’s the right time, my ovulation app tells me so.
I hope tonight’s the night his cum gives me a little baby of our own.
He leads me upstairs when we’re done eating, and I still follow so close to him, ever his little shadow.
His fingers squeeze mine as he heads for our bedroom, but I stop, my heels digging into the carpet.
He turns back and stares at me, his eyes dark in the way I love so much.
“What is it?” he says.
I smile so shyly, and my cheeks burn. My clit so tickly as I think about my guilty little pleasure.
I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.
“I just… I was thinking…”
“Spit it out, sweetheart,” he says. “No secrets, remember?”
I nod, then glance at Jane’s door, and he knows. He just knows.
He’s smiling as he steps closer, and I’m smiling too as he hitches up the hem of my dress.
“I see,” he says, and he does see.
His eyes burn as he stares at my plain cotton knickers, white, just as he liked so much.
“Have you been a naughty girl, Laine? Thinking dirty thoughts about Jane’s sweet pink bed?”
My breath hitches. My clit tickles.
“Maybe…” I say.
“Maybe?”
I smile. “Maybe a little…”
I worry that maybe he’s done with this, maybe it will be too weird for him with us trying for a baby and all, and I suddenly feel an idiot for pulling a stunt like this without asking, and maybe I should’ve-
His lips stop my mind whirring, and his tongue is so fierce just like it used to be.
He squeezes my nipples, pinching them just enough to make me gasp, and he’s groaning, hard against my belly his thigh presses between mine and rubs.
“We don’t have to…” I begin, just to be sure. “I mean, if it’s weird, Nick, we don’t have to… I just thought… for fun…”
His eyes are darker than I’ve seen them in weeks. His smirk dirty enough to make my tummy tickle.
“Call me Daddy,” he says, and opens the door.
THE END