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I laugh again. “You’re the one accosting me. I was just lying here minding my own business.” Not that I’m pushing her out of bed for wanting to have sex again. I’m just pointing out the obvious.

“I’m lonely and don’t want to be ignored,” she whispers in my ear. “Play with me.”

I pull her, hands around her hips, lifting her onto me.

Tess straddles my hips. “This is more like it.”

She wiggles her hips. “And I don’t even have to take my panties off this time.”

My hands move south to discover she’s not wearing any. The only thing separating us is my dumb briefs, which she’s right about—I never should have put them on.

I don’t know if it’s normal for a pregnant woman to want sex this early in her pregnancy or if Tess normally has a high sex drive, but I’m game for it regardless.

She moves over me, positioning her pussy over my hard cock, rubbing back and forth, back and forth, mimicking sex and dry fucking me.

It’s not the same, but it’s just as exciting, my cock aching to be inside her and begging to fuck.

Poor little dude has to wait. Tess wants to play and tease. She can tease all she wants but…

“Babe, careful—I don’t want my balls to chafe.”

Underwear and dry fucking do not a great combo make.

“Aw, you called me babe.” She pauses. “That’s so hot.”

“Is it?”

“Mm-hmm. I don’t think anyone has ever called me that before.”

“They haven’t?” How is that possible, Tess is like—the fucking coolest and if we went to the same school I would have claimed her years ago. “I’ll babe the shit out of you if you want me to.”

It’s the least I can do for getting her knocked up.

“You would do that?” she mewls, gently rocking back and forth over me.

Her fingers fiddle with the front of my briefs; pulling the fabric aside and then lowering herself down over me.

“Are we seriously going to fuck with me in my underwear?”

Tess laughs. “It feels too good to stop…”

Yeah, I don’t exactly hate it.

She can fuck me while I’m fully dressed for all I care. Her insatiable spirit isn’t something I’m going to complain about—not tonight, not tomorrow, and probably not ever.

CHAPTERFORTY-SIX

Tess: What are you up to? Anything exciting…?

Drew: Sitting in class—not exciting at all.

Tess: Which one?

Drew: Mass Comm—confession: this is the second time I’m having to take it.

Tess: What?! Why?

Drew: ’Cause I bailed on it so often last semester and had Drake go for me, ended up getting a D

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