“Close your eyes. I have a surprise.”
Jenn hoped that surprise included him naked and her riding him until her body exploded in release. “Bridge…”
“Well, close them.”
Closing her eyes, he clutched her hand and guided her through the room. When her heels struck tiles, she realized they were in the hallway. Anticipation trembled her insides. Yes! He was taking her to the bedroom. And then her eagerness took a nosedive when he turned her to the left instead of the right.
“Can I open my eyes?”
“Be patient, sweetheart. I know it’s hard for a control freak, but I’m only asking for ten seconds.”
One strong arm encircled her waist and the tips of his fingers had found their way under the hem of her blouse, brushing her sensitive skin, close to her belly button.
Jenn shivered.
Maybe her wish for kinky sex wasn’t completely off the table.
“Go ahead, babe. Open your eyes and take a look.”
There was only a millisecond of hesitation before she did as he requested. They were standing in the doorway of her office that was now painted a bright yellow with new bookcases lining one wall, file cabinets against the other, and a plush-looking sofa, but what made her heart hitch was the pretty white bassinet sitting close to the window. She swallowed hard, forcing back tears. “You did this?”
“I can’t take all the credit. I hired a painter, which I made sure he used the paint without the fumes that can be dangerous to a pregnant woman. I had Ruby, you remember my assistant, right, order the furniture. I had her order expedited delivery so it would be here this morning, after you left. This is something I should have done a long time ago. I hope you don’t think the bassinet is presumptuous, but I thought it would be convenient while you worked. Of course, I plan to be here helping out too.”
His actions were all touching. This was the man she’d fallen in love with so many years ago and why she found him irresistible.
She spun on her heel and tipped her head so she could look up at him. “This is very thoughtful. You even remembered my favorite color. Thank you.”
He smiled a panty-melting grin, not that it took much when she was already boiling with need. His fingers that dwelled in the waist band dipped slightly lower, closer to the most secret part of her aching for his touch.
“I should apologize.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because I’m so hard now that I think I could shoot a hole through these jeans.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
With a flick of his wrist, he sent her skirt down her hips and into a puddle at her feet. His fingers were between her thighs and his deep moan spoke volumes. “Fuck! You’re already dripping.”
“Do you realize how hard it is to talk sex all day when all I wanted to do was come home and have my release? Although my plans included a vibrator, not you, because I didn’t expect you to be here until tonight, if at all. This is a pleasant surprise.”
He dropped his face and kissed her, a passionate one that sent shivers through her. When he lifted his head, his breaths coming in pants, she touched his stubbled cheek. “I have something I’d like to do.”
“Is that right? What is it?”
“I’ll have to show you.” She knelt before him, loosened his jeans and dragged them down his hips. His cock jutted from the waistband of his boxers, which she quickly took care of by dragging them down too, until he was bare for her taking. Her mouth watered and a warm wetness flooded her inner thighs as she slightly parted her lips. With one finger, she lifted his shaft to her mouth while she slid him in, suckling him until he was balls deep. His moan vibrated her lips.
*****
Jenn feasted on his cock and Bridge leaned against the doorframe, every part of him tight and needy. Her head bobbed as she sucked harder, then gave him more tongue action. He was so close to the edge and he wasn’t about to miss out on the best thing…
He grabbed her shoulders, easily lifting her to standing. Her pupils were dilated and her pink mouth was swollen and wet with saliva. He almost came then and there. Bridge dragged her blouse off and twisted her until she leaned against the doorjamb. With the restraint of a rubber band, he dragged her wispy thong down. She pushed her firm bottom out in silent invitation.
Looking down between their bodies, he prodded her slick pussy with the head of his cock and watched as she pushed back, sliding him inside of her narrow passage just as she’d done with her mouth. Slowly and languorously she circled her hips, driving him mad with desire. His pulse took on the speed of a freight train.
Bridge brought his hand around, found her swollen clit and swirled two fingers over the nub. Her juices wetted his knuckles and his arousal hit off the charts. Her hips rolled around him, giving him pleasured-torture. “So. Good. So, so good.” She gasped when he withdrew his shaft to the tight outer ring of her pussy only to plunge deep. Several times he repeated the action, feeling her core tighten and clench around him as she grew closer to release.
Spreading his fingers around her labia that enclosed his cock, he stroked the smooth, delicate skin and she ground her clit against the heel of his hand while he continued to stroke her slick lips. She pounded her bottom against his abs as he pushed into her, bodies slapping against each other. The wall of her passage began to spasm, stroking his cock in a tight hold.
“Come in me! Fill me with your seed.”
The last bit of restraint disappeared.
“I’m coming!” he muttered and allowed his body to flow. His thighs tightened and his balls jerked. He buried his head between her shoulder blades and rode the heated wave. Her pussy milked him into more sweet spasms.
8
Bridge adjusted his jeans then whisked her up into his strong arms to carry her into the kitchen and deposit her on the bar stool. He must have seen her shiver because he reached down with one hand and hauled his T-shirt over his head. “Here. This will keep you warm.” He dragged the shirt over her shoulders and tugged the hem to her hips.
The fabric was soft, warm and smelled of sandalwood and fabric softener, draping her petite frame. She melted into the cotton cloud like it was the next best thing to one of his hugs. The tremors of an amazing orgasm lingered and her sensitive pussy rubbing against the wooden chair made her thighs throb.
“I totally intended for us to have dinner first, but please forgive me of my weakness.”
She smiled. He looked handsome standing in the center of the kitchen, his muscular torso bare, his worn jeans low on his hips, left undone, and his bare feet sticking out from frayed denim. “What’s on the menu?” Lord, she hoped he was dessert.
He turned and, with a pot holder, grabbed something from the oven. A savory delicious smell reached her nostrils. She craned her neck to look into the pan as he placed it on the granite counter. “I remember how you liked my lasagna.”
Her stomach growled and she didn’t realize how hungry she was. “Your lasagna is delicious without doubt, but I truly enjoy watching you work in the kitchen. In fact, I can’t think of anything sexier than a man in the kitchen. You’re a much better chef than I am.”
“Do you advise your male patients to cook dinner for their wives?” He cocked a brow.
“Actually, I do. And I suggest food porn.”
“Food porn? If the definition is anywhere close to the vision I’m conjuring, I think I’ll want to try food porn too.”
She winked. “If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll show you.”
“I’ll hold you to that promise.” He adjusted his fly. “In the meantime, I’ve got to control myself.”
“At least until after we eat. I’m starving.”
He brought down two plates and set them on the counter, placing a square of lasagna onto each. She didn’t wait before she forked a big bite, blew on it, then popped it into her mouth. “Oh wow. This is yummy. I didn’t realize how much I missed things like this.”
He spooned out salad on another plate
and placed the dressing in front of her. She poured a good amount over the lettuce and veggies and dug in. When it came to eating, she never felt demure or embarrassed to feed her face. He knew she could eat and why she worked extra hard in the gym.
Sipping water, she swallowed. “I am scheduled for an ultrasound tomorrow. Would you like to come with?”
“Of course, I want to.”
“I wasn’t sure. I know you’re busy—”
“Ah-ah. You’re not allowed to do that.” He waved a long, wide finger.
“Do what?”
“Assume you know how I’m feeling or what I wish to do.”
“That’s fair.” She stabbed a piece of lettuce and shoved it into her mouth. He was right. She couldn’t both ask and answer her own questions. If anything, she needed to learn from past mistakes and create a better path of communication.
Both were silent until their plates were empty. He filled the dishwasher and made coffee. “So, how does it feel to have relinquished control to other doctors in your office?” she asked.
His smile could have moved mountains. “At first it took some adjusting, but I won’t deny that I wished I had done it years ago. Not only can we bring in more patients, but I no longer feel as if I’m drowning trying to give every patient one hundred percent, and failing. Now I can keep my patient list smaller and give everyone the attention they need and deserve. How about you? Sex talk still monopolizing the walls at your office?”
“Yes, but I’m considering not taking any new patients, keeping those I have, and play it by ear until after the baby is born.”
Surprise lit his eyes. “That’s a big step.”
“It is, but I want a different priority list than I had before.”
“Remember, sweetheart, you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you and our child. I think we both let the ball drop before. A father’s job is to start taking care of his child the moment he or she is conceived.”
Every part of her warmed. “I want you to be a part of our child’s life, but I’ve been on my own two feet for so long. It’s scary to lean on somebody else.”
His jaw tightened and he moved a piece of carrot around on his plate as if he planned his next move. When he brought his gaze up, he had a blank expression. “I’m just not anyone though. I’m your husband. And this time I won’t be pushed out. You should keep that in mind.”
His words haunted her.
9
The saying, “Doctors make horrible patients” reiterated inside his mind as he paced the small patient’s room. He waited for Jenn to come back from the bathroom, which seemed to be taking a long time. He wasn’t quite the patient, but the two people he cared most for were and that made him edgy—made him feel out of control. It wasn’t long ago that they’d been here before. Hell, this was his livelihood. Delivering hundreds of babies, Bridge had given mothers-to-be advice, helped women conceive, and reacted in emergencies. He should be a pro at this, but his knees were weak and his stomach queasy.
Pushing a hand through his hair, he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. Several months ago, he’d been on the precipice of signing divorce papers. He’d pushed off his signature for as long as godly possible, but had finally lost hope. Then Jenn announced she was pregnant and he couldn’t even begin to put his feelings into words. He’d been at a cross between pleasure and pain. At his age, he was ready to be a father, to have a son he could show the ropes to. Or a girl who he could protect while showing her how to be tough and take care of herself. Like Jenn.
There was one hitch. He wanted his wife by his side.
At times his mind drifted back to that horrible day when he’d received the call that his wife had been taken to the hospital after the car accident. That short trip from his office to the emergency room had felt like a century, his mind whirling around all the ‘what ifs’ and ‘could haves’. By the time he’d walked into the sanitary room where Jenn lay upon the table, covered in blood and complaining of cramping, his calm side had clicked on. From the time Dr. Lethian had told them the news that their baby would be delivered prematurely, to Jenn’s breakdown, to the delivery of their stillborn son, he’d been at her side holding her hand. It wasn’t until they came home that he’d failed miserably. Hell, he had all the training to handle crisis situations at the hospital, but when it came to his grief he had little skill.
He saw his wife drowning and he had no clue how to save her. Watching her fade…watching the shine dull in her eyes. A man was at his weakest when the woman he loved was suffering.
Truth was, he loved his wife and appreciated her altruistic, passionate, self-sufficient nature. Hell, he’d married her because of those reasons. He’d hoped that one day she’d be the mother of his children because he knew she would be a nurturing and a great role-model. No doubt she was loyal and honest. She gave her patients the same nurturing and care.
If only she trusted him as much as he did her. If only turning back the clock was possible.
He couldn’t deny that his ass had been cooked when Jenn had found the note in his pocket from Eliza. Admitting he’d been at a low point, he’d easily walked into a position where he’d been tempted to allow another woman to ease his tension. Thankfully, his brain had kicked in before he made the worst mistake of his life. However, Jenn wanted no part of hearing what actually happened. She’d been sitting in the dark when he came home, the note clasped in her hands. When the lamp came on, the instant he saw her red rimmed eyes and tight lips he knew something serious was about to happen. She’d thrown the slip of paper at his feet and for the first time he’d read it, attempting to explain, but Jenn had already concluded his sentence. Looking back, he knew she’d probably used the suspicion as an excuse to leave. And honestly, he’d been in a dark place and hadn’t cared as much as he should have.
He wanted his wife to believe he would have never cheated, never had planned to, but he’d found himself venting about things when he should have been talking to his wife.
The door swung open, pausing his thoughts, and Jenn stepped in wearing the flowered gown that ended just below her knees. Patients complained about the less than stylish gowns, but she was still sexy. She smiled and her beauty tripled. “I had forgotten how much I hated leaving deposits in those little plastic cups.”
“Did you make your target okay?” He teased.
“Without any spills.” She laughed.
Helping her onto the bed, he slipped the backs of his knuckles across her cheek in a gentle caress. “Are you ready for the ultrasound?”
Her eyes danced. “I am. I’m anxious.”
“It’ll all be okay, babe. We’re here together.”
She leaned her cheek into his palm and the action spoke much louder than any words could.
The technician swept in. A perky brunette wearing vibrant green scrubs. “Good morning, Dr. Cove. I’m Jeannette. I’ll be your child’s paparazzi today.” She greeted both of them with a firm handshake and a sincere smile. “Do either of you have any questions before we get started?” She switched on the machine.
“No,” Jenn answered.
“Go ahead and get comfortable. We’ll listen first.”
Bridge watched Jenn lay back, noticing how her hands were clasped tightly. She was nervous. He took her hand and offered a smile.
Jeannette placed the fetal Doppler on her stomach and the whirling sound of their baby’s heart beat filled the room.
Bridge took a seat and listened. His child already owned his heart.
*****
“Take everything off.”
Jenn shivered from roots to painted toenails at Bridge’s request. Slipping out of her shoes, the plush, expensive carpet felt soft under her feet. She focused on him as she peeled her T-shirt over her head and allowed it to drop to the floor. His warm gaze settled on her breasts that were spilling over the tops of the bra that used to fit her until pregnancy hormones had taken effect. She was pleased with the changes and could see he was too,
which made her nipples bead and her core throb. With shaky fingers, she reached around and unclasped her bra, allowing the wispy material to fall away and join her shirt at her feet. His scorching stare sent heat through her veins and tingles down her spine.
Slowly, he reached out and skimmed the tips of his fingers over one breast, gliding his knuckles along one dark pink nipple. His ghost of a smile made her tremble as he lowered his hand between the space of her breasts and dipped to her growing stomach. At sixteen weeks, she was starting to show. Her skin was extra sensitive and goosebumps splattered her skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Remove the jeans too. Let me see all of you.”
Dragging in a breath, Jenn reached for the snap, feeling as if she were lost in his mystical hold. She responded to him so easily because she still loved him and couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t. With shaky fingers, she lowered the zipper and it gave way with a hiss. Pushing them and her panties down her hips, the cooler air brushed across her moist inner thighs, but didn’t cool her need in the least. Giving her pile of clothing a toss with one foot, she stood before him naked and ready.
There should be a sliver of self-consciousness in her, but seeing the stark excitement in his expression brought her pleasure and power. She wanted to trust him again and leave the past where it belonged. but what would happen after the months of their agreement passed? In the recesses of her mind she knew he had her here because of the baby, and not necessarily because of her, outside of having magnificent sex.
She didn’t realize she’d closed her eyes until his finger came at her chin. “Open, sweetheart.”
Lashes fluttering open, she looked at him, recognizing the sincerity in his magnetic green orbs. His fingers intertwined with hers and he lifted them, studying them in the purplish-blue moonlight streaming in through the window.
“You make me weak,” he whispered.
A tingling sensation spread over her shoulders and into her breasts. Her nipples were tight and craving his touch. He bent down and covered her mouth with his for a kiss that was both needy and controlled. He tasted like a heady combination of sensual tension and chocolate. His tongue met hers, driving more desire deeper between her inner thighs.
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