Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
She nods frantically.
I reach between us and press against her clit, knowing exactly what she needs to reach her climax. With a few more hard thrusts, my balls tighten, and fireworks explode behind my eyelids. Not a split second later, Eden seizes around me so tight I swear she’s trying to strangle my cock.
We collapse in a heap of sweat and limbs and heavy panting. I’m not sure how much time passes before I can lift my head again. But when I do, I find Eden’s satisfied gaze waiting for me.
“Wow,” she breathes. “That was intense.”
“Too much?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
“Just right.”
I kiss her, languidly licking into her mouth as I rock my hips and make gentle half-pushes into her. She mewls around my tongue as her arms fall to the rug.
With great reluctance, I rise onto my knees and gaze down at her. The glow from the Christmas lights makes gems of her eyes. She takes my breath away. I lay down beside her, pulling her against me, loving the way her soft body molds to mine. The diamonds on her ring catch the light as she combs her fingers through my chest hair.
I grasp her hand and kiss her palm.
“Did you get everything you wanted for Christmas, baby girl?”
Eden smiles at the ring on her finger.
“Yes, Daddy. Everything, and so much more.”
EPILOGUE
EDEN
Four years later…
“I got it, baby,” Christian says as he takes the shopping cart from me. I sigh in half-hearted exasperation and let him take it.
Although I haven’t stopped reminding him that I’m only pregnant, not incapacitated, he insists on doing anything and everything he can for me, even going so far as to carry me into bed. He’s cut me out of any cooking or cleaning duties around the house, demanding that my only job for the next two months is to rest and relax.
The few times he’s caught me trying to cook dinner or fold laundry have all ended with me in bed and his face in between my legs. By the time he’s done with me, I’m usually too tired to finish what I was doing in the first place.
My husband is diabolical.
I love him so much.
Honestly, I don’t mind taking it easy for a while, at least until I’m ready to start med school. I completed my bachelor’s degree last spring while battling morning sickness. Getting to focus on my husband and our baby without worrying about homework has been a nice change of pace.
“How’s this?” Christian holds out a tiny newborn onesie with an elf on the front.
I laugh and rub a hand over my swollen stomach. “He’s not going to be born until February so an elf onesie might be a little out of season.”
Christian pursues his lips. “Right, right,” he murmurs, thumbing through some other options. “We wouldn’t want our infant to be unfashionable. What about this one?”
“Mom already got us that one.”
My mom moved out of the apartment and into a swanky assisted living facility a couple of years ago. She’s doing well, all things considered, and I feel better knowing she has access to the best care around the clock. We get together twice a week and take the occasional trip to the beach or quiet village. We’ve been to Poland twice now.
When I told her I was pregnant, she was so excited, she practically leapt out of bed to rub my belly. I was so afraid she’d break a hip that I called her nurse in to come help me settle her down.
“We still need a car-seat, right?” I ask Christian, doing a mental checklist of everything we have and everything we need.
“Actually, Brittany told me she’s getting that for your baby shower.”
“I thought she couldn’t make it.”
“She can’t, but she said she’d drop it off beforehand.”
I wouldn’t say that Brittany and her father are close, but they talk on the phone at least once a week now. She’s done a lot of maturing over the last few years, and even apologized for the way she treated me when we met. We’re slowly warming up to each other, and while I wouldn’t call us friends, I’ve come to enjoy her company in small doses. I hope one day that we can be friends, because I want Christian to have both of his children in his life.
“What about maternity clothes?” he asks. “Do you need any more?”
We’ve drifted from the baby section to the maternity section of the store.
“I don’t think so. You and my mom have already bought me so much stuff, I doubt there’s room in the closet.”
“Oh, really?” The lilt in his voice has me turning around to look at him.
In his hand, he dangles a red, lacy teddy lingerie piece.
“Not even enough room for this?” His gaze travels down my body, making me shiver.