Page 45 of Interception

Zee

“You’re insatiable, you know that? I thought you were a depraved little minx when we first hooked up. Pregnancy is making you all kinds of naughty. I dig it.” Coop’s right. I can’t get enough of him. The bigger I get, the more sex I want. I can’t bear to sleep alone anymore, it’s pathetic. I’m definitely making him work when he’s in my bed—orgasms before saying goodnight and orgasms before saying good morning.

“Crap! I have to be at work in thirty minutes.” I scramble off the bed. I’d say I’m in a hurry, but it’s now physically impossible for me to hurry anywhere. If my apartment were on fire, I’d still only be able to waddle down the stairs. Coop points out the logistical nightmare of twins in a small apartment and up three flights of stairs every chance he gets. I haven’t given him an answer about moving in with him yet, and it’s been weeks since he asked, but if I’m really honest with myself, I want to live with him. I feel like I should do something special when I tell him because I’ve been such a crappy girlfriend thus far.

It still seems strange to me to say I’m Cooper Danford’s girlfriend. He’s been so understanding and patient, but I can see it’s wearing on him. I want to say the three words I know he longs to hear, but whenever I try to vocalize them, it’s as if I go temporarily mute. I want to explain why I feel so unworthy of him or these little lives growing inside me.

“Are we still on for staying at my place tonight? I need to stock up on clothes. The team is ragging on me every day that I now wear the same three outfits all the time. They’re not wrong.”

“Yes. I’ll come by after I finish work. It might be a bit later than normal. I need to come back here and grab an overnight bag after I finish for the day.”

“Do you want me to grab your stuff? I don’t have to leave right now.”

“Thanks for the offer, champ, but I’m fine. I promise I won’t be super late. In fact, if you text me what you’re in the mood for eating, I can pick it up on the way over.”

“Let my very pregnant girlfriend run around town picking up my dinner? And the grand prize for douche canoe of the year goes to Cooper Danford! You get whatever you need for your overnight bag, and let me worry about dinner. If you have any cravings, text me.”

“Me picking up takeout gets you all the way to douche canoe of the year? I’d have done it sooner if I thought there were awards involved. Something to tide you over while you wait on a Hall of Fame nomination.”

“Burn. That was a low blow. For that, I’m eating the entire stash of pickles you keep in my fridge that you think you’ve hidden! It’s cute, really.”

“Aww, man. I totally thought I was hoarding them on the sly.” I grab my purse and check my makeup in the mirror before heading to work.

“Do you want me just to pretend I don’t know? I can manage the clueless ruse.”

“You being clueless is a ruse? But you do it so believably. You should’ve gone into acting.” I can barely keep a straight face. He’s easy to wind up, but he gives as good as he gets. There’s a laidback give and take to our routine these days, and I enjoy our verbal sparring and jibes.

“You think you’re hilarious, don’t you? You’re lucky I adore everything about you.” He strides over to where I stand with my hand on the doorknob. I need to get going, but I hate leaving him.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Danford. I’ll see you after work. I lo… I’ll text you when I’m on my way.” He slides his hands into my hair and pulls me in for a slow, sensual, mind-altering kiss. The way his tongue caresses mine makes me want to strip him naked and lick every inch of his body. The smell of his cologne has become such a comfort to me of late—sexy, sultry, and masculine. I breathe him in as he continues to kiss me, reaching the deepest parts of my soul.

“Do you really have to go?” His breath is ragged as he leans his forehead against mine. “Can you call and tell them you’ll be late? Morning sickness.”

“I don’t have morning sickness.”

“I know, but all I can think about right now is how desperately I want to hear you scream my name while you come.”

“Maybe I can be a little late.” I drop my purse and let Coop lead me back to the bedroom. His ministrations are a craving—one I can never fully sate.

By the time he’s done with me, I can barely open my eyes. Bone-weary springs to mind. When he has to leave for some press conference, he leaves me curled up in the blankets.

“Do you want me to come back for you later if you’re too tired to drive?”

I snuggle down further into the pillows that smell of his cologne. “I’ll be okay to drive later. I just need a little cat-nap.”

“Cat-nap? I could take a nap nestled tight in your pussy. Does that count?” An exhausted chuckle escapes me.

“You need to work on your romance language!”

“Anything for you, beautiful.” He kisses my forehead and runs his hand over my ever-growing belly. “Bye, babies. See you tonight.” They wriggle every time they hear his voice.

“The three of us will be over later. I promise.”

“Okay. Have a good rest.”

After he leaves, I can barely keep my eyes open long enough to tap out a quick text to my boss. Pregnancy hormones, especially when you’re growing two babies, is enough to get out of any social occasion. My boss has been great about working with me. I usually push through and get my ass to work no matter how crappy I feel, but today it was nice to let Coop exhaust me in the most delicious of ways, and I drift off into a sated, dreamless sleep.

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