Page 5 of Ho Ho Oh No

One side of my mouth quirks. “No one said anything to me about that. But I’ve seen myself in the mirror. And it isn’t pretty.”

Not that it ever was, but I didn’t care as much. Now? I look dreadful.

“You’re sexy as hell. Always will be.”

I click my tongue. “Biased liar.”

He slopes his head to one side, brows furrowing tight. “I’m not lying, and I’ll prove it. Right this minute.”

Before I can object, he grabs the hem of my shirt, tugging it upward.

I dive my hands down to hold it in place.“Leo, stop.”

Ever the consensual gentleman, he halts his motions. “Pleaselet me see you. All of you. So I can tell you honestly how fucking perfect you are. If you don’t believe me, you can kick me out of here and have the shower to yourself.”

One of his big hands cups my cheek, and the other sneaks around to the back of my neck. “Let me see my gorgeous wife. If your body is changing, I’m sure I’ll love it even more.”

He’s not making this easy on me.

“Leo, I don’t?—”

Slamming his lips to mine, he swallows the rest of my objection with a toe-curling kiss. The type of kiss that got me pregnant in the first place.

His tongue dips past my lips, warm and possessive, while his hands roam over my body. His touch sets off an electric current through my veins. The world around us disappears.

He’s everything and everywhere.

Although I can tell we’re moving, I’m unsure where he’s leading me. My feet might as well be levitating off the ground when he’s got me like this. It’s intoxicating.

A tiny moan escapes me when we break for air. My eyes spring open to find he moved us in front of the bathroom mirror.

Oh no, no, no.

I shake my head frantically, my mouth rounding to protest. He silences me before I get a chance, kissing me again. Long and hard.My core clenches, warmth spreading from my center outward through my limbs. I grab onto him, yanking him flush against me.

This man can kiss me senseless. Even in my frazzled state, he effortlessly sweeps me away to a place where all I can think of is him filling me up and bringing me to nirvana—not the band.

My pussy clenches and quivers at the thought of him sinking inside me.

“Leo,” I rasp, quickly tumbling into full-blown arousal. “Please. Leo, please.”

Between kisses, he asks, “Yes, angel?” Another kiss, his tongue lapping at me eagerly. “Tell me what you need.”

“Need you,” I beg.

“Where? How?”

Before I can answer, he captures my lips again. My hips pulse forward, seeking friction for my needy lower half. “Need you inside me.”

“That’ll be my absolute pleasure.” He runs his decadent mouth along my throat while his hand trails between us, heading where I need him most. “I’m already naked. Your turn.”

Damn him. He’s gonna make me fold. Another one of the joys of pregnancy is bouts of raging arousal.

“You’re not playing fair,” I whine, roaming my hands over his shoulders and digging my fingernails into his warm flesh.

“Never said I played fair.” His mouth returns to mine for a quick kiss as his fingers find my tender spot, rubbing me over my thin leggings.

They’re black, by the way. A perfectly acceptable color for leggings. Spread the word and be part of the solution.

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