Page 82 of Agony of Our Regret

I bit my lip and stood, sliding off my clothes before resuming my position. I palmed his erection and held it in place as I slid down. “I love you, Vince.”

I only managed to keep my eyes open long enough to tell him before I dropped my head back and gently rocked my hips.

“Is that okay?” He checked after lifting his pelvis.

I gasped, overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness, then nodded.

His hands trailed over my bare legs to my belly. He cradled our growing baby before cupping my breasts and massaging.

“Oh, god, yes.”

He chuckled. “I was worried they’d be sore.”

I pressed my hands over his, making him squeeze tighter. “It varies day to day. Right now, I’ll come if you don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, then mimicked what I did before I dropped my hands to prop myself up on his chest. “You’re so sexy.”

I moaned and rocked over him, angling my hips to rub my clit over the base of his dick. “Oh!” I screamed after a few strokes.

“Yes. Use me, babe. Take what you need.” He matched me, thrust for thrust until I shattered over him. Crying out my release as my core throbbed.

He grunted. “Oh no.”

I dropped my head forward, panting. “You okay?”

He gave me a shy smile. “I didn’t mean to come so fast.”

I laughed. “Me either.”

He leaned forward and kissed me. “Next time, we can take it slower.”

I grinned. “Or we can just do this again in a few minutes.”

“I love the way you think.”

EIGHTEEN

Baby Lemon was now a coconut,and I felt it.

Unfortunately, the weather turned into true fall, where you couldn’t deny the cold any longer, and buttoning or zipping my coats was impossible.

We were meeting at my house to go through what we needed to do to sell it, but I was stuck in front of the hall closet at the apartment, glaring at my traitorous clothes.

“You can just wear one of mine,” Gavin offered.

“I tried,” I moaned. “I can’t fit in yours either.”

He glanced over my shoulder at Luca. “Do you have anything that could work?”

“No, everything he wears is tailored and structured,” I grumbled. “I’ll need one of Vince’s at this rate.”

“It will go to your knees,” Gavin laughed.

“Perfect.” I slipped on my warmest wool coat and left the front open, then draped a thick scarf from around my neck. “We’re only going to be outside for a few seconds, getting in and out of the car.”

“We’ll stop somewhere on the way home and pick up some new ones.” Luca grabbed the keys off the counter as I waddled past and into the hall.

“How am I supposed to last another nine weeks?” I whined in the elevator and put my hands over my ever-growing belly. “There’s no more room for you in there.”

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