Page 28 of Untouchable

And then the bedroom door swung open, and she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Dominic standing on the other side. He wore a pair of worn sweats and a plain white tee, hismuscles pronounced under the worn material. His hair was still damp from his recent shower, and the shirt clung to his broad shoulders.

They’d come to the realization that they needed each other, that although a relationship between the two of them wasn’t “conventional,” there was no getting around the fact that a person couldn’t help who they loved.

And when her family found out about them, shit had hit the fan, in every way that could be imagined. There had been the silent treatment from both corners, but Chloe knew that in the end if she lost her family because of the person she fell in love with, then that wasn’t the family she wanted in her life.

And that had been hard, a grief weighing down on her. She’d cried a lot, with Dominic there to hold her, to tell her he loved her and everything would be okay. And she knew it would be.

But then time passed, and things were smoothed over. The truth was revealed, how Clara had betrayed Dominic, how their relationship had been done for a while, how things didn’t happen until after the fact with Chloe and him. She knew it was hard for her parents to accept this, to come to terms with it, but the only thing that mattered was that they tried. For her. For them. And that’s all she could ask for at this stage of the game.

Smiling at him, Chloe stretched, and the sheet slipped down her chest to reveal her breasts. Her life was busy, what with her internship at the local hospital, with falling in love with Dominic each and every day, and going through the motions of life in general. But she wouldn’t change it. This was what she’d always wanted.

Dominic stepped into the room, a slow smile growing across his face. “Hey, baby. Morning.”

And there were those butterflies in her belly. Every time she looked at him it was the same reaction, the same intensefeelings. She glanced up at him when he stopped by the side of the bed. She dipped her gaze down to the silver tray he held.

Breakfast in bed.

She grinned up at him, just a small tilt of her lips that she hoped showed him she was interested in just a little more than breakfast. And she was. The arousal raged inside of her instantly.

Chloe lifted her arms above her head and hoped the sight of her nude breasts could entice him to join her, to say screw the breakfast.

“The bed is kind of cold without you.” Chloe dropped her gaze down to his pants, the sight of the material already tented telling her that he might look calm and collected, but his body spoke volumes.

“Not hungry?” he asked in his deep, husky voice, a slight growl laced within those words.

“Oh, I’m hungry, but not for toast and eggs.” She lifted her hand and ran the tip of her fingers along his hard-on, the massive, thick bulge having her even wetter than she was when he had first come in the room.

He growled low before setting the tray on the bedside table. “You’re insatiable.” He grinned and went for his pants, shoving them off so his dick sprang free.

“Only for you,” she purred, her nipples tingling, her clit throbbing.

His shirt was next to go.

Chloe couldn’t help but stare at his cock, at how long and thick he was, the head slightly bigger than the shaft, a dot of pre-cum lining the slit at the tip.

“Watch it, little girl. You’re playing with fire.” Dominic slid his hand across her collarbone, and Chloe felt her pussy clench. Just that one gentle touch and she was ready to go.

“Maybe I want to get burned.”

He made another deep sound in his throat. Dominic slipped into bed beside her, and his body heat surrounded her. He smelled like the soap from his shower, like wildlife and a fresh spring breeze. She couldn’t help but close her eyes and make a small noise in the back of her throat.

“You like that, baby girl?” he said softly, his mouth by her ear.

All she could do was nod.

He continued to move his hand along her collarbone, then went lower, down her breasts and over her swelled belly. Their baby was due in November. A little girl.

Dominic moved down the bed and slid the sheet completely off of her, exposing her rounded abdomen. In that moment, this wasn’t sexual. This was sweet and gentle, loving and perfect.

He kissed her belly softly, murmuring words she couldn’t quite hear. She slipped her hands through his dark hair, gently tugging at the strands. He looked up, his big hand covering her stomach, his skin warm.

“I love you,” he whispered and rose up to kiss her.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, urging him up the bed, and pressed her lips to his. “I love you, too.” They kissed for several long moments before he broke the kiss and trailed his lips along her cheek and to her forehead. “Did I tell you what a wonderful father you’ll be?”

“Not as wonderful as you’ll be as a mother,” he said softly, kissing her temple and pulling her against him.

He moved his mouth back down to hers, ran his tongue over her bottom lip, and she opened for him. Chloe didn’t need to keep telling him how much she loved him.

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