Page 28 of Bewitched

Rubbing his hand down her back, he laughed. “You’re giving them a grandbaby; they’re going to love you.”

“So many things to consider. My head is spinning. I wasn’t planning on dealing with any of this for a long time.”

“Yeah, I know.”

There was no mistaking the hurt tone in his voice, and she felt awful. What had seemed like a good idea, in theory, wasn’t so great in reality. “I’m sorry, Blake. I see now that I took the coward’s way out by not trying to get in touch with you. I can make a lot of excuses, but the truth is that I made a bad choice. I hope you can forgive me.”

Tipping her head up, he kissed her gently. “I forgive you. I’m here now, so that’s all that matters. We’re a team, Paige. There’s a saying among frogmen: ‘One is none and two is one.’”

“What does that mean?”

“Two is better than one. And the two of us are in this together. One way or another.”

Taking in a deep breath, she nodded. “Okay, in it together.” The relief that swept over her was surprising. Maybe having him stick around for a while would work out. The fact that he seemed willing to sleep with her sure made it seem possible. “Did you get a hotel room or would you like to stay here?”

“I canceled my hotel room this afternoon. The conversation earlier made me think that you might like my company.” Rocking his hips, he grinned. “I’m ready, willing, and able.”

“That might be the understatement of the year.” Wiggling around, she immediately felt how true his words were. “Uh…”

“What, honey?”

“The last time you saw me naked, I was in the best shape of my life. I’m a little nervous about you seeing me four months pregnant. A lot has changed.”

Leaning forward, he tightened his hold. “Honey, I’ve been turned on since the second I saw you. I had a moment’s worry when I realized how much. Then I realized it’s my right and privilege to be turned on because I’m the one responsible for the way you look.”

He slid his hand under her T-shirt and slowly moved it over her bump. “I put this in you, and it’s freaking hot.” Sliding his hands further up her top, he kissed the center of her breastbone, right before he ran his fingers over the swell of her breasts. “So perfect,” he murmured.

Tipping her head back, she moaned as his mouth followed his fingers. “This is better than the memories I stored up over the night we spent together.”

“Honey, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve replayed that night.”

“Let’s make some new memories.” Moving away, she waited until he released his hold. “Come on. I’ll show you my bedroom.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He stood with her in his arms and started walking down the hall.

“Why are you carrying me?”

“Faster,” he growled.

She let out a laugh and held on. It seemed that Blake was as interested in her as she was in him.

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Paige looked down and admired the view of a very naked Blake sitting on her bed. She ran her hands down his chest, trailing her fingers through the hair that covered his big pectoral muscles. He was one hundred percent male, and she wanted to enjoy every inch of him.

“Honey, what are you doing?”

“Something I didn’t get a chance to when we were in Jordan. I want to know what you taste like.” Sinking down in front of him, she ran her hands over his thighs, stroking the length of them and watched his body react. Leaning forward, she dragged her tongue over his sac and felt it tighten against her tongue.

The sound of a loud groan filled the room, and she met his gaze. A combination of restraint and desire crossed his features as she moved her mouth to his length. Sliding her tongue from base to tip, she felt his muscles cord tight. She repeated the move again and again until he was panting and completely under her control. Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she swirled her tongue over the broad head and licked up the drops of cum that had gathered.

“Oh, shiiiiit,” he hissed. “That’s so good, honey.”

With that kind of encouragement, she felt the confidence to lower her mouth over his shaft and take him deep into her mouth. Her hand followed her mouth in tight strokes up and down his length, and she ended each stroke by swirling her tongue over the tip. When he swelled impossibly thicker, she knew he was close.

“Paige, I’m going to come.” He tried to move out of her hold, and she held on to his hips. “Honey, please.”

Sucking harder, she squeezed his cock tighter, shocking herself at her own explosive need to have him come in her mouth. He suddenly tugged her head back and crashed his mouth against hers, kissing her hard.

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