Page 137 of His Big Bad Stick

Colver softly kisses me.

When he turns and starts to walk away, I sit up a little and reach for the covers.

“Colver, where are you going?” I ask.

Now I fear he’s leaving…

He pauses.

My eyes are glued to his perfect ass.

Firm and muscular and… yummy…

Muscles grace his back, from his neck down to his amazing ass.

“I’m not going to leave you, Abrielle,” he says. “I know that’s hard to believe. I’ll reassure you fifty times a day if you need me to.”

My toes curl.

Now that’s the sexiest thing a guy has ever said to me.

Colver turns his head and looks at me.

“I’m going to order some pizza,” he says.

He adds a wink.

He knows exactly what I want and need.

Sexually… and with my intense cravings for pizza…

The floodgates open again between my legs and I squeeze my legs shut.

Colver Caspian is becoming the man of my dreams.

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My Abrielle is in a sweet drunken haze from sex and pizza.

Her lips are greasy and delicious looking.

She sleeps on her right side.

I want to lift the covers and stare at her. At her belly. I want to touch her again.

She has a bump now.

And it’s only going to grow bigger, fuller, and more and more beautiful each day.

I can’t stay in this apartment forever. Neither can she.

I’m back to those same thoughts again.

We need to talk about a living arrangement…

If we do get a place together - to be parents to our baby - it’s a little odd and ironic that it won’t be the first time we lived together.

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