Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“Grady, stop.”
“No.” I rolled over until I was half on top of her with my fingers between her legs. “How about this, I’ll make you come until you tell me you believe you’re beautiful.”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Wanna bet?” I rubbed her swollen clit and her hips bucked off the bed. “Yeah, get ready Margot. I need you to know you’re the shit, so our baby knows he or she is the shit. Got it?”
She nodded and when I slipped one finger deep inside of her, she spread her legs and rolled her hips, practically begging me for more. “Yes,” she panted.
“Good. Now lie back and show me how much you like it.”
Almost immediately she grabbed my wrist, and I added a second finger to her heat, pumping hard and deep until Margot lost her mind and her icy cool demeanor. “Okay, I don’t think I have another one in me,” she said around short, shallow breaths.
I smiled and kissed her lips. “I guess that means you’re ready to tell me how hot you are?”
“Grady,” she whined.
“Guess we’re not done yet.”
Chapter 15
Margot
“We really should stop meeting like this.”
My words were breathless and well satisfied. Very well satisfied, but they were also true. For more than a week now Grady and I have been burning up the sheets. At his place as well as mine, and even once in his office at the bar.
It was becoming a problem. A big orgasmic problem.
Okay, the orgasms weren’t the problem, not really, it was just that everything else about the person giving me the orgasms was the problem.
Grady ran one finger along the length of my spine. Up and down, up and down, in a slow drugging motion that had my eyelids growing heavy and my body sank even deeper into his soft, comfortable bed.
“I didn’t start this sweetheart, you did.”
My eyelids fluttered to fight sleep as I looked up at Grady. “So now I’m a sweetheart?”
He nodded confidently. “You’re naked in my bed and smelling like me, so hell yeah, you’re sweetheart now honey.” Just to make his point, he winked and I felt my body respond. “What’s the problem? You’re a wildfire in the sheets, and I’m the perfect person to indulge your carnal needs.”
I bit back a laugh. “My carnal needs? So you’re saying that you’re just helping me out and get nothing out of it.”
Grady sighed and fell backwards against the bed. “Clearly that’s exactly what I’m saying,” he answered with a healthy dose of sarcasm. “Obviously I think you’re hot, or we wouldn’t be here. Hot and horny for me? Well that’s just an irresistible combination that no man can resist.”
Hot and horny.
That made me sound like a sexy twentysomething who just can’t get enough, which would be hot. But I wasn’t any of that. I was…hell I don’t know what I was. “Irresistible even when I’m fat and bloated?”
He laughed. “When you get fat and bloated, come and find me and maybe I’ll have an answer for you, Margot.”
When he said my name like that, half exasperated and half filled with affection, I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t know what to think or how to feel. It was the tone of two people who had been together for a long time, who were comfortable with each other. Not two people accidentally bound together for life. “Now is when I’m fat and bloated.” I turned over and pointed at my belly and my thighs.
“Pregnant,” he amended. “I see that you are pregnant, and I can barely even notice until I get my hands on you.” To hammer his point home Grady put one large hand on my stomach that already showed signs of the life growing inside, and rubbed it gently. “You look at this and you see fat, but all I see is signs of our baby growing things like fingers and toes and belly buttons.”
“Belly buttons?” I choked on a laugh. “How many do you think kids have?”
Grady shrugged. “Just making a point. You’re not fat Margot, there’s just another human growing inside of you.” He rubbed my belly almost reverently, and I had to blink back tears at the sweetness of his words and actions.
“If you say so.”
“I do,” he growled and rolled off the bed with ease.
I blinked when he held a hand out to me. “Kicking me out?”
He smiled. “No. Shower. It’s humid even with the cool night air. We’ll both sleep better after a shower.”
My mind instantly went to shower sex, because I couldn’t remember ever having sexy in the shower in my life, which was really a sad state of affairs for a woman nearing fifty. “I doubt either of us will sleep much after showering together.”
His mouth curled into an even bigger grin. “We’ll see about that. Come on.”