Page 27 of Sweet Bred

He pulls me up, straddling me on his lap. His cock throbs against me as he brings our mouths together, the taste of each other melting away into our kiss.

“I’m not on anything, Shaw,” I whisper.

“Good. I want to make a baby with you.” He smooths a hand tenderly over the folds of my stomach. “I want to see this pretty belly of yours nice and big and round.”

“You’re going to be such a good daddy.”

“I’ll do my best. I promise you that.”

My heart flutters as I run my hands up his strong, solid chest. “Are we crazy?”

“If we are, I don’t care.” Shaw reaches between us and nestles the head of his bare cock against my entrance. He pushes into me a little, then moves his hands to my hips and starts to ease me onto him.

My mouth drops open as he slides into me. He goes slow, letting my body adjust to him before giving me more.

“You feel so goddamn good.” He swallows back a moan and slides a hand to my clit to rub it while he pushes deeper. “It feels like I’m home.”

His words give me goosebumps. I drop my mouth to his and kiss him, and he starts to fuck me—nice and slow at first, but then a little faster, a little harder.

“Shaw,” I moan.

“Juliet,” he chokes out. “Baby. Sweetheart.”

He digs his hands into my hair and kisses my neck, pumping up into me with harder and harder strokes. I look down and watch his bare cock piston in and out of me. He’s all hard, glorious muscle and I’m all soft and squishy, but our bodies look perfect, moving together like this.

He keeps going and going. Driving into me and claiming me for his own. Every stroke is its own delightful surge of pleasure.

But eventually it builds to a peak that I can’t hold back from. I’m right at the edge, and then I’m telling him I’m going to come, and then I’m drowning in the ecstasy of the moment.

A groan vibrates out of Shaw’s throat, and I gasp as I feel the hot rush of his seed spilling into my womb.

He’s still inside me when we both finally catch our breath. I’ve never felt so happily exhausted.

“How do you feel, beautiful?” Shaw asks, stroking my cheek.

“Amazing. Please tell me we’re going to do that again.”

He presses a kiss to my lips. “I’m nowhere close to being done with you.”

9

SHAW

The second time I meet Juliet’s parents, they’re almost as chilly as they were in the wine shop. I’m not even sure why they agree to have dinner with us in the first place. Roger barely says a word through the entire meal, and Patricia directs almost all of her attention toward Juliet.

I can’t say I entirely blame them for being wary of me. One day their daughter is engaged to a man they love and a few weeks later she’s with me—a man eleven years her senior who works with his hands and drives a beat-up car.

But, like it or not, I’m the son-in-law they’re going to end up with.

Juliet, sweet as she is, spends that whole dinner trying to not-so-subtly convince her parents to like me. She tells them about how hard I work at the bakery. Tells them about how I waited hours with her in the ER when she hurt her knee. But none of it seems to matter to them.

I walk away from that dinner convinced that her parents are never going to warm up to me. Which is a shitty feeling. But not a deal-breaker. Like I told Juliet, nothing is going to change the way I feel about her.

If her parents don’t like me, they don’t like me. That won’t make me want her any less.

Then, one day, lo and behold…her parents walk into my bakery.

I’m refilling the display case with a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls when I look up and see Patricia and Roger walk in. They both look uncertain, like they’ve never set foot in a bakery before.

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