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Chapter Twenty-Two

Gabe

“I can’t believeI ate so much.” Meredith pushes the plate of freshly devoured wings away from her and sucks the barbecue goop off her finger. “I swear, if I keep this up I’ll have gained sixty pounds by the time the baby arrives. It’s just, when I’m not completely sick to my stomach, I have such an appetite.”

“So, then what’s the issue?”

Meredith raises a brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, the only things that matter to me are seeing a smile on your face and knowing you and that nugget in there are healthy.” I motion to her belly. “The doctor said you’re eating for two now, so what’s the harm in letting yourself enjoy a little food now and then? How is that a bad thing?”

“Aside from never fitting back into my clothes? I’d like to think my fiancé still finds me attractive,” she says, looking at the ring on her finger.

“Doll, if you need new clothes, we’ll buy you new clothes. That’s easy. As for me…” I reach my hand across the table and place it on hers. “You are the woman of my dreams and you’re going to be the mother of my child, I can’t think of anything sexier than that. The size of your waist doesn’t factor.”

“That’s sweet to say, but I’ve been around the block enough to know men are all about the visual.”

“Well. I like the visual in front of me right now.” I intertwine my fingers with her. “What are you in the mood for, Doll? Wanna curl up on the couch and watch a movie? Ladies choice.”

In the most over exaggerated way, Meredith drops her jaw and stares at me blankly.

“What?” I ask.

“You drop a line that good and then offer me a movie?”

“What’s wrong with that? I don’t care what we do, I just want time with you.”

“No way mister, we can watch a movie later—I want something else.”

I scratch my head. “Alright, what do you want to do, love?”

“I want dessert,” Meredith replies with a naughty look that has my cock stirring to life as the dirtiest parts of my mind hope she isn’t referring to food.

“Hmm, I don’t have any pie. I can check the pantry to see if there might be cookies or something.”

“I can do without the pie but…have any whipped cream? Maybe we could put it on something else.”

Are you kidding me right now?

Meredith licks her lips. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

At the moment, Doll. I’m waiting for the blood to stop rushing to my dick, so I can stand.

“You seriously want me to get whipped cream?” I ask.

“Yep.”

Maybe it’s because of the blood rushing from my brain, but the world is topsy-turvy, and it has me completely off balance. I return from the kitchen with the can of spray whip in my hand, but Meredith is nowhere to be found.

“Hey,” I call out. “Where’d you go?”

“Living room,” she replies in a sultry voice.

What the hell is she up to?

I cross the hall into the living room and find Meredith down on her knees, looking up at me with the sexiest come fuck me eyes I’ve ever seen.

“Hell-o beautiful.” I am stunned by the sight of her like this. She says nothing else. She just reaches for my belt, unfastens the buckle and pulls my jeans down to my ankles, rubbing my ass and thighs as she goes. She does the same with my underwear, allowing my dick to spring free, and it salutes her for her effort.

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