Page 122 of Rainstorm

“I’ll see what I can do. I have a busy agenda you know?” I smirk.

“I promise you’ll be amply rewarded.” He smirks back.

How long do we have to stay here?

I want to go home now.

???

As soon as we get home we barely have time to get Caleb into the bathtub, as the poor little guy is so exhausted he falls asleep like a stone once we put him to bed. My baby has enjoyed this afternoon and now he’s ready to get some rest and recharge his batteries.

I carefully close his door, make a stop to change my pajamas for something more appropriate and head to our bedroom.

“I was told that my services were required here tonight.” I walk toward him, the lacy edge of my see-through robe showcasing my legs. He raises an eyebrow and my mouth dries.

Chase sits on the edge of the bed after taking his shower and has just a small towel around his hips.

“Do you think this outfit is appropriate for an interview, ma’am?” His low growly voice sounds so sexy and I love it. “Unless your intention is to seduce your boss.”

A giggle escapes from my throat. “Is it working?”

“Why don’t we see? But I think you should keep trying in any case.” He lets the towel drop, and of course I see that my seduction is working. Let’s face it, it never fails.

I undo the buttons of my robe with impatient fingers, and let it fall from my shoulders so I’m standing in front of my husband wearing just small lace panties.

“I love having you like this, you know, right?”

“What, fat and ugly?” I laugh, rubbing my belly as I roll my eyes at him

“No, doll. More beautiful and sexier than ever because you’re carrying our child.”

Our bodies disappear beneath the sheets as Chase kisses my whole body. My nipples are hard, anxious for his caresses.

He knows my body so well, and always worships it. He pushes my legs apart with his hips, then his blond head disappears downwards, hidden by the full moon of my rounded belly. His hands take control of my hips, pinning me in place to hold me still. I’m ready, open, prepared for him and his playful tongue.

My body arches in response as I grab the sheet in my clenched fists, and after he’s pushed me over the edge the first time, he raises his body and slowly, very slowly, he fills me deliciously, my warm walls welcoming him as he keeps up a steady pace. He invades my depths over and over while I moan and soon those moans become gasps.

Oh God.

“Kiss me,” I beg, desperate to feel his lips on mine.

Obediently, he brings his mouth to mine and savors me, and it’s almost too intimate as his lips taste of me, of us, of our total commitment to each other.

A cry of pleasure escapes my lips and at the same time my belly tenses and then dances joyfully. Then he comes too, with a smile on his lips, saying my name. Once we both come down from our high, he carefully rolls over and settles back on the bed, taking me with him.

“You’re hired,” he whispers breathlessly.

“Can we negotiate my salary now?” He laughs, the hoarse laughter vibrating in his chest.

“You’re going to end up killing me one of these days,” he jokes. “Give your man a break, you crazy, hormonal, pregnant lady.” Now I’m the one who laughs. This is more than just simple joy, it’s complete happiness.

Although back then, when we got back together, Chase said he wouldn’t make any promises he couldn’t keep, he’s still tried his hardest to fulfill them all.

I’ve been spoiled.

I’ve been worshiped.

I’ve been loved.

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