Page 51 of Interception

“Of what? Of me?”

“In a way, yes. I wasn’t exactly wanted by my parents. I was an accident. So, you can imagine how much of a mindfuck an unplanned pregnancy is for me. I’m not good at talking about my feelings.”

I reach out and cup her face in my hands. “You’ll open up when you’re ready, and I’ll be here to listen. I know it took a lot for you to tell me how you feel. I thought I was okay knowing you felt it or were on your way to feeling it. But hearing it… Zee, you’ve made my life today. Knowing that you’re carrying our sons and hearing you say you love me… I’m the luckiest man alive.”

My lips crash down on hers, and I have a moment of déjà vu. The last time we kissed like this in an elevator, we rode that thing up and down until I finished riding Zee every which way I could.

“You’re thinking about the elevator sex, aren’t you?”

I grunt in reply, my cock straining against my pants. She reaches between us, her hand running down over the length of my erection. Fuck, that feels good. I close my eyes, letting my head drop back for just a moment, leaning into her touch.

“Fuck, you need to stop that.” If my cock could talk, it would be screaming at me right now.

“Why? You’re obviously enjoying it.” Her voice has that delicious rasp she gets when she’s aroused.

“We’re not having sex in an elevator.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time, and if I recall, it was extremely satisfying the last time.”

“You’re pregnant.”

“No shit. So, you don’t want to nail the fat chick in a public place?”

“Zee, I’m going to need you not to refer to yourself as fat because it’s really starting to piss me off.” She’s stunning. How does she not realize this?

“Well, I’d hate to piss you off by trying to get you off.” She backs away, putting as much distance between us as she can manage in such a confined space.

“You are not fat, you’re pregnant, and you are certainly not a random ‘chick.’ I absolutely want to strip you naked right now and ravage every inch of your body, but I won’t. The reason has nothing to do with how physically attracted I am to you right now, which I just want you to know is a fucking truckload of attracted. You’re sexier than the first day you showed up on my doorstep.”

“That’s a lie.”

“No, it’s not.” I close the gap between us, bracing my hands on either side of her—there’s nowhere for her to go, and she can’t avoid my gaze. “Zee, the only reason you’re not naked right now is because I have such reverence for you and for this stunning body you have. I need you to hear this. You’re being so hard on yourself, and there’s no need for it. You are beautiful. Stunning. I want you so bad my balls are turning blue. So, can we avoid fighting over a non-issue and go straight to the part where I take you home and lose myself in your pleasure until you can’t take any more?”

“I like your plan better than mine.” I find the sweet spot on her neck, letting the scruff of my jaw tantalize her senses as I kiss her just the way she likes. “Definitely better than mine.”

“I have my moments of genius.”

The second the elevator doors open to the parking garage, we quickly make our way to the car, both of us desperate to get home.

I’m grateful that the hospital is just a short drive from our house, and today my reasons are twofold. When Zee goes into labor, I’ll be able to get her there ASAP. But today, I’m thankful that I can have her home and naked in record time. I always thought the idea of guys being super into their partner during pregnancy was a myth, but now I know this is some primal, caveman shit. She’s got my babies inside her, and every time I look at her—really look at her—I fall more in love with her, and I get a major boner. It’s a win-win.

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Making love to Zee is all-consuming and better than any casual sex I’ve ever had—more fulfilling. Since she moved in, I think we’ve christened every room with the exception of the nursery. The thought of having sex in the room where my kids will sleep seems weird. Zee says until it is decorated, it’s fair game.

Today is the day we’re turning one of the guest rooms into the babies’ bedroom, but before I get started, Zee steps out of the bathroom, freshly showered, her hair a cascade of soft waves. She has that look in her eyes, the one that oozes sex appeal. Leaning against the doorjamb in nothing but a towel, my jaw drops, as does her towel.

“Last chance to christen this room, champ. Are you up to the task?” There’s a sly grin creeping in at the corners of her lips, and it’s such a turn-on to finally see her confidence in the body she currently inhabits.

“Fuck me, you’re mouthwatering. I’ve got an instant boner.” I reach between my legs and attempt to adjust myself so it doesn’t feel so tight and almost painful as my cock strains against my jeans.

“Then you won’t mind letting me ride your face.” Jesus, this woman is going to be the death of me in the best possible way.

I stop what I’m doing and stride over to where she stands, naked as a jaybird, and sweep her up into my arms. “You can ride whatever part of my body you want, beautiful, but you’re doing it in our bed.”

“You’re no fun.” She pouts as I carry her to our bedroom.

“I’m okay with that. Fun wasn’t exactly what I was thinking. You’re not going to be laughing when I’m pushing you to the brink of orgasm, holding you there until you can’t bear it any longer. Then, and only then, will I slide my cock deep inside you and send you crashing over the edge with me, headlong into a fucking amazing orgasm.”

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