She met his gaze. “I missed you more than I can say.” Tears wet her lashes. Damn the hormones. “But I’m old and fat now, hardly beautiful.”
“You’re pregnant with my baby. You can’t imagine how sexy you are right now.”
“And you, sir, haven’t lost your libido with age.”
He grasped her chin to gently turn her head toward him. A sweet kiss sent tingles to her pussy. “Why should I when I get to come home to this?”
She squeaked when he raised her dress to tug her panties downward. “Stop, Torrian. The kids.”
“Claire has them in the kitchen.”
Jaz kept fighting to keep her undies on. “She’s the housekeeper. She didn’t sign on to be babysitter.”
Torrian sighed and straightened. “You refuse for us to hire a nanny.”
“Because nobody else is raising my kids. Plus, we said we’re living a simple life and not letting money control us.”
“Some allowances had to be made, Jaz. We both acknowledged our weaknesses.”
She almost laughed but tried to pretend she was mad. “You’re trying to say I’m a lousy housekeeper, and you weren’t living in a disaster area.”
“You said it, not me.”
She spun away, but he caught her and drew her back to him. “You have a lot on you. Sometimes business still takes me away, and you want to work at the center.”
“Don’t even try to say I can’t go back.”
“I won’t,” he agreed. “But after our second son is born.
“You bullied me into stopping early.”
Torrian waggled a finger at her much like she enjoyed doing to him. “I see what you’re doing, Mrs. Donnelly. You like antagonizing me.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Her heart pounded, and she was short of breath.
“I love you more than my life, even if you don’t think I should.”
“I have no problem with it, Mr. Donnelly.” She bit her bottom lip and then broke away to back toward the door. “But if you want to prove that deep abiding love you claim you feel—you could, um, you know, come upstairs while the kids are occupied and show me.”
Jaz found herself placed gently on the bed, flush against the pillows and Torrian tugging her dress over her head. His eyes widened at sight of her heavy breasts, held up by a nursing bra, her big belly, and the granny panties she’d taken to wearing. At least they were black with lace around the legs and waist.
Torrian hopped off the bed and began unbuckling his belt. “Five days, Jazara.”
“Five days what?” She watched as he heeled his shoes off and shed the rest of his clothing. His cock stood out tight and hard from his body, stomach still flat, and legs strong. He climbed on the bed and bent down to kiss her pussy through her panties.
“Mmm,” he moaned when he raised his head. “Wet. Five days of not being able to get inside you.”
“We’ve gone that long before,” she teased, and he eased her panties down her legs.
“Never! Not after we agreed to be together forever.” He kissed her inner thigh. “I want this pussy every day for the rest of my life.”
She shivered, and her pussy clenched. “That’s impossible.”
“Let’s try.”
“That would mean I’d be pregnant until menopause.”
“I don’t mind. You’re so hot this way.” He licked her juices, and she grappled the sheets beneath her.
“You know you’re crazy, right, Torrian?”
“Say my name again as I make you come.”
“Oh, Torrian, I love you so much.”
He climbed between her legs and thrust gently forward. His cock parted her folds and slid deep into her heat. She cried out in ecstasy. His plan was not a bad one. She wanted as much of his cock as she could get.
“Jazara, sweet, lovely, Jaz.” He arched so his shaft slipped out of her, then thrust forward until he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
She surrendered to his loving and didn’t want it to end. “Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
Torrian held her hips and began a slow pump that picked up speed with time. Jaz concentrated on the feel of Torrian grinding his cock into her heat and withdrawing only to go back in. Her climax crested, and she bit off his name on a scream. Her husband made love to her a little longer, and then found his own release. Just as she enjoyed a second mini-orgasm, the baby kicked in her belly, and Torrian pulled out. He dropped to the bed beside her to stare in awe as the surface of her belly rippled.
“Wicked awesome,” he teased.
She laughed then grew serious. “So you’re still attracted to me?”
He stroked her belly. Their baby boy pushed at Torrian’s fingers each time he did. “I think I proved myself very well.”
She rolled her eyes.
A banging started on the door, and the knob rattled. “Daddy and Mommy, we’ve got cookies for you.”
The door burst open and banged against the wall. Torrian moved with practiced grace to cover them as the herd charged in. Jaz shook her head. She took in the eager faces coming toward her bed, completely uncaring about her and Torrian’s privacy. Torrian welcomed the kids without a care in the world, and she had to love him for it. Jaz gave in to majority rule. These were her precious babies and her amazing husband. They were her everything, and what she had to offer them was enough love to last an eternity.
The End
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
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