Page 105 of Seven of Hearts

She hummed happily around my shaft, and teased me by swirling her tongue around the tip.

I tangled my hands in her hair, desperate to keep her close. “That’s my good fucking girl,” I groaned as she took me to the back of her throat, then sucked her way to the tip.

She released my cock with apop.“Hm. I was trying to get on the naughty list.”

I swiped my thumb across her lower lip. “Careful, now. I’ll tie you up with that ribbon and keep you here all day. We’ll miss breakfast over at Will and Kristin’s house.”

She snickered as she dropped her head back down and lavished my cock with sloppy kisses.

“We should probably get going,” I said regretfully. “We don’t want to be late and—oh fuck?—”

Leah cupped my balls in her hand, massaging them as she sucked me off.

Everything went white hot as my orgasm came rushing in. “Baby?—”

She didn’t stop. She didn’t even slow down.

“Leah,” I warned.

She just took me deeper.

“I’m gonna—” That was all the warning I could get out before she made me come faster than I had in years. Fuckingyears.

Leah braced her hands on my thighs and slowly sat back. Her lipstick was smeared all over her face, and half of it was on my cock.

She was a goddamn sight to see.

I crooked my finger at her, beckoning her closer. “Come here, naughty girl.”

Leah wiped her mouth with the back of her arm as she settled between my legs. I cupped her cheek and tilted her chin so I could kiss her.

“That was some present.”

She smiled sheepishly as she snuggled back into my arms. I didn’t mind being her recliner. Not one bit.

“I figured it was the least I could do since we said no gifts because we’ve been getting so much stuff for the house and for the baby.”

I slipped my hands under the velvet negligee and found where our little guy was sitting. “So youarenaughty,” I said as I buried my face in the crook of her neck and nipped at her skin. “You little rule breaker.”

She laughed. “I think you’re fine with it.”

“More than fine with it. And now I don’t feel quite so bad for getting you something.”

Leah stiffened as I reached over to my nightstand and pulled the drawer open. “But—but we agreed?—”

“I started this a long time ago,” I said as I pulled the simple scrapbook out. “I just figured now was a good time to give it to you.”

I laid the book on top of her bump and kissed her cheek. “Merry Christmas.”

Leah opened the cover and immediately pressed her fingers to her lips. “Babe—what is this?”

I held her a little tighter as I looked at the first page. Memories flashed in my mind, reminding me of how scared I had been that first week. How out of control everything felt.

“Remember the week of Kylie’s wedding? I had to come by your apartment to pick up some decorations to take to the venue?”

Leah nodded.

“You had your stamp collection out on the table. I noticed it again when I showed up at your apartment when I found out you were pregnant. I couldn’t sleep that night, so I stayed up, scrolling my phone. I downloaded one of those apps that matches the week of a pregnancy to a fruit or vegetable. And when looking at that made me more anxious, I started scrolling the internet, looking at stamps.”

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