“Sure.”

“Not too tired?”

“At this point, I could be on death’s door and wouldn’t turn you down. I must have you, Lucy.”

Winston tossed his clothes aside. Lucy did the same.

“I want to be on top,” Lucy said, impulsively, not letting him take charge. “I want to be selfish.”

“Use me all you want, baby,” Winston said.

Lucy dug in more. He wanted her. It was affirming and raw. She couldn’t hold back now. She went for broke, cumming again and screaming his name. He flipped her onto her back, staring down as she came again. He could treat her like a rag doll all he wanted. He got off on getting her off. It was what she’d been missing all this time.

Winston came, grunting and eventually rolling over to her side. She looked over, grinning.

“Now, what do you say about a proper dinner?” Lucy laughed. “I think you earned it.”

“I could do dinner,” Winston panted.

“So, what is on your mind?” Paul’s father Robbie asked.

Sanne looked at Paul nervously. He always waited for her to take the lead, but this was his family. This was an important thing for him. He needed to say it. And, to her surprise, he did.

“We’re expecting,” Paul said.

“Expecting what?”

“Robert!” Vanna, Paul’s mother, smacked him on the arm playfully. “They’re having a baby.”

The King went deer-in-headlights before grinning. “Really? Sanne, you’re pregnant.”

“No, I am, Dad,” Paul joked. “Yes.”

Vanna hopped up and gave Sanne a big hug. “This is lovely news. Unexpected, but lovely.”

“We sort of expected it to take longer,” Sanne said. “Foolishly.”

“Well, it’s great news,” Robbie said. “Wonderful news.”

“When are you due?” Vanna asked.

“August,” Sanne replied. “First week of August.”

“We’re excited,” Paul said. He wasbursting.

“I cannot tell in the least. Well, cheers. I suppose we won’t bust out the champagne,” Robbie joked. “A happy surprise, indeed. So, I am assuming George knows?”

“He does because she was violently ill,” Paul snickered.

“All over their kitchen floor. God, I’m so embarrassed. George and Patrick were sweet about it, but I wish I could have avoided that. My Moms and my sister also know. It was nearly impossible to cover up.”

“Well, it’s a happy thing,” Robbie said. “I bet they’re as excited as we are.”

“Everyone is very excited. They agreed to say nothing, of course,” Paul said.

“I am not worried about your parents, Sanne. I worry about Georgie,” Robbie said. “Bloody nightmare. He runs his mouth.”

“Oh, like you did when you announced our pregnancy with Paul to a room of thirty people?”