Page 100 of Gracefully Yours

Watching my cum drip out of her, spilling onto her thighs, might have been the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Even now, watching her pull her hair up into a high ponytail, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Maybe it was the fact that something had changed between us last night, something I couldn’t quite put into words.

“What?” Charlotte pulled her brush away, raising an eyebrow as I watched her from the doorframe.

“Nothing.” My lips curled up into a smile.

“You’re smiling.”

“I didn’t know that was a crime.”

Stepping up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her stomach. “So, do you think we did it last night? Made a baby?”

Charlotte had flushed cheeks. “I doubt it. It doesn’t normally happen the first time, you know?” Her eyes met mine in the mirror.

“That’s okay.” I brushed my nose against her cheek. “It just means we get more time to try, right?”

She wiggled out of my arms, turning around to face me. “Is this… are we getting too serious?”

I frowned. “What do you mean? We’re married. You want to have kids. Is this not what we agreed upon?” I raised an eyebrow. “Because if this is too much, just tell me.” I crossed my arms over my chest so I wouldn’t reach out to her.

Charlotte worried her lower lip. “No, I mean, it’s great, it’s just…” She shook her head, pasting on a smile. “It’s nothing.” She brushed her fingers over my cheek before stepping up on her tiptoes to place a kiss to my jaw.

“Okay. If you’re sure.”

“Mmm. I am.”

I sighed. “I wish I could spend another day at home, but…” I had to get back to work. We had what felt like a million projects going on, plus my special one I’d been working on. One I hadn’t told Charlotte about.

“I know. It’s okay. I have to get back to commissions, anyway.” She’d stopped accepting orders for her dresses because of the wedding, but now that it was over, it made sense that she’d want to get back to it.

“I’ll see you tonight?” I offered, running a hand down my shirt to smooth out any potential wrinkles. My engineering office didn’t require formal attire, but I still dressed nicely for work and client meetings.

Bending down to give Charlotte a quick kiss, I straightened up, reflecting on how good the moment felt. Like we were arealhusband and wife, saying goodbye to each other before work. I liked it.

“Yeah.” She gave me a smile before turning back to the bathroom mirror, running the brush through her blonde hair.

Mentally, I started planning a surprise for tonight. I needed to show her how much she meant to me, what this meant to me.

All of it.

* * *

I’d never been soexcited to get home from work before. But knowing that someone was waiting for me—who was waiting for me—made it all better.

Pulling into the driveway, I smiled as I saw her silhouette in the upstairs window, sitting in the little sewing room I’d built for her. It wasn’t much—nothing like what I hoped she would have one day, but for now, she was here, in this house that finally felt like ours. Our bedroom, and tonight I’d make love to her in our bed.

How it should be, except I needed to ease whatever fears were running through her brain. I’d noticed it this morning, and it was what had spurred me into action for tonight.

Besides our fake engagement, we’d never even been on an actual date.

Well, that was changing right now.

Before interrupting her, I took a moment to lean against the doorframe and watch her work.

She was blaring Taylor Swift, singing along as she ran stitches down two pieces of fabric on her machine, and I watched her head bob along to both activities.

When she finished, I cleared my throat.

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