Page 41 of Ho Ho Oh No

Honestly, I had no plans for that part, which is rare for me. I suppose I wanted to see how long I could fuck her before she needed help standing. Plus, pressing her up against the wall is a nice substitute for bondage, which is out of the question, given her trauma. It’s hot for us both without triggering her.

With deliberate slowness, she juts her lower lip, stretching it to its limit. “You still have time to show me the first plan. It sounds like fun. And I promise to be a good girl.”

“Nope. Too late. That cutesy voice won’t work, nor will the obscene eyelash batting, so you might as well surrender.”

I’m bluffing. It’ll totally work if she keeps it up, so I need her to stop immediately.

She huffs, her wafting exhale making a few strands of her hair flutter around her heart-shaped face. “Fine. What’s the new plan?”

“Get on the bed, sugar bear. Stay naked.”

“Loving it so far. Am I going to be a pillow princess?”

Shaking my head, I dash over to the file cabinet serving as our temporary dresser. After quickly retrieving one of her gifts, I meet her at the bed.

Lying on the middle of the mattress, she’s on her side with her legs at a slight bend and her upper body resting on her bent elbow.

She looks like a goddess or a classic painting.

Unable to resist teasing her, I say, “I can’t help but notice how quickly and accurately you followedthoseinstructions.”

“I’m too horny to mess around, and we’reseriouslyshort on time from all this hot-as-hell flirting. I overplayed my hand earlier. Poor planning on my part, which is sort of my brand.”

She shrugs, and it’s adorable as fuck. Just like everything else about her.

“Fair enough.” Chuckling quietly, I offer her the present. “The wrapping isn’t as nice as yours.”

“You don’t say,” she quips, taking it from me. “Next gift-giving holiday, I’ll teach you how to wrap properly. This is a crime against tape.”

While she unwraps it, I finish tugging off my belt and remove my clothes. Can’t wait to feel her skin pressed against mine—even if only for a few minutes before we’re forced to be social.

“Ohwow. What in thesay what now?” Her jaw hangs low, and her eyes widen like a hoot owl. “Is this a vibrating butt plug?”

Naked as a jaybird, I crawl onto the bed with her. “Nope.”

“Then why does it have a flared base?” She turns the box over, reading the description. “Oh... oh...ooooh. Hands-free.”

“And remote controlled.”

“Let me guess.” She cocks her head to one side and purses her lips. “I won’t be holding the remote, will I?”

“Not a chance.”

She frowns, but it does nothing to stifle her excitement. “It’s already opened.” Her breath gets choppy when she pulls out the toy. “Did you already clean and charge it?”

“Of course.”

She points at her midsection. “Is it safe?”

I fucking love how good of a mother she is already.

My gaze fixes on the spot where our caterpillar grows inside her. The sight of her rounded belly never fails to take my breath away, surging gratitude throughout every cell of my body.

Unable to resist, I lean in and press a kiss against the growing bump. “Yes. I checked. The shaft won’t go deep enough to aggravate your cervix. And this one is remote instead of Bluetooth. Different type of frequency. Non-ionizing RF. Totally safe.”

“I’ll pretend I know what RF ionic-whatever-you-said is.”

“Low energy radio frequency.”

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