Page 90 of By the Letter

She glanced over her shoulder at Roman then back to me. “Hope you don’t miss out on all the good that’s there for the taking.” Then she straightened and picked up a cube of cheese from the charcuterie platter on the island. “Now I’m in the mood to watch you open presents. Let’s get this party on the road.”

Presents were opened. Cheesy games were played. Everyone touched my bump when Beanie put on a wild rolling show. After Elliot appeared with Joey and Theo to collect his girls, a million hugs and kisses were given, loads of cookies and cake were eaten, and Roman and I closed ourselves in our bedroom.

We showered, laughed about the games, brushed our teeth together, and kissed in front of the mirror. He told me he’d missed me, and I shared my encounter with Francesca. We agreed Brooke was the sweetest little baby and neither of us could wait to hold our own boy in our arms.

Now, I was in his lap, his cock planted deep inside me, letting him rock me how he wanted. He’d already made me come twice, and I had become as malleable as clay. He had his mouth latchedto my breast, my ass in his hands, guiding me up and down on his length.

“These are going to be full of milk soon.” He trailed his tongue around my pebbled nipples. “Will you let me taste it when they start dripping?”

“If you want to.”

He pulsed inside me. “Oh, I want to.” He pulled my nipple between his lips, drawing it deep. Imagining him drinking from me made my inner walls clasp at his cock and a flood of heat slickened my channel. He groaned around my flesh, and the vibrations made my head fall back, a sigh of pleasure escaping my parted lips.

“Can’t get enough of you, baby,” he crooned. “I think about these tits and the rest of you all day when I’m trying to work. You’re smart to keep them covered most of the time. Drives a man to distraction, knowing what’s under your clothes.”

“Roman,” I panted. “Stop talking.”

“Stop being so fucking gorgeous,” he gritted out as he arched into me, taking my breath away. “Can’t get enough. Can’t do it.”

When he brought his head up, I slammed my eyes closed. We were too close for it to feel safe to keep them open. He was looking at me, I knew that, but when my eyes were closed, I could pretend he wasn’t. It was better this way. Easier for both of us.

His fingers tangled in the back of my head, and he brought his mouth to my ear. “One of these days, Shira, you’re going to give that to me. Someday soon.” Then he fitted his other hand between us to roll my clit under his finger. “Now, give me another orgasm, baby. Let me feel you coming with me.”

Like always, when Roman took, I gave, and we fell together.

Once we caught our breath and cleaned up, Roman tucked me against him and stroked my hair. We’d spent a lot of time like this recently. Even as my belly grew, he managed to curvearound me perfectly. It was nice to have this while I was pregnant. Going through it on my own would’ve been lonely. Mary snuggled, but not this well.

“We haven’t talked about a name.”

I started, jerking in his arms, and he chuckled.

“Was that a shocking statement?” he asked.

“Just lost in my thoughts.” I let my hand drift away from me, spreading my fingers over his ribs. I wished I had the nerve to stretch my arm across his broad torso and hold him the way he held me, but I didn’t know if he’d want that. “Do you have name ideas?”

“I think I’m a fan of the classics. Nothing newfangled.”

I snickered. “Newfangled? Okay, Grandpa.”

Laughing, he took my timid hand and stretched it across him like I’d wanted to do. “What about you? Do you have a list of names you like?” he asked.

“Not a list…” I’d sort of hoped we could skip this conversation and I’d just show him the birth certificate after I filled it out. Not that I didn’t want Roman’s input, it was just that once I’d thought of Beanie’s name, my heart had become set on it. So…I kind of didn’t want Roman’s input unless he agreed with my choice wholeheartedly.

I realized I couldn’t actually not involve him in this decision, though.

And that sucked.

He pushed up on his elbow, a line between his brows as he peered down at me. “No list? You have one name?”

“Yes. You can veto it if you like. I won’t say it won’t hurt my feelings, but we don’t have to choose the name just because I like it.”

“Shira.” He cupped my cheek, halting my spiral. “Just tell me.”

“Jonah. My mom’s name was Joanne, and I thought it would be nice to name him something similar. Just a little piece of her. But like I said, we don’t have to.”

His eyes darted between mine, the line deepening. “Jonah,” he whispered. “Jonah…yeah.”

He knifed up, splaying his hand beneath my bump. Then he lowered his face so he was nose to belly button with me. “Hey, Jonah. Your mom and I picked out your name. I hope you like it, buddy. You’re named after your grandma.”

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