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I even look at nursery furniture and baby clothes. My apartment is kind of small, but if need be, I can turn my home office into a nursery—seeing as I have my office at the back of the computer shop, and also my main one here at theclubhouse. I love everything about this situation and I can’t wait for Lexi and I to start on our new journey together.

Chapter 30

Lexi

Iwake up with Zen’s face between my legs again. Today, he’s more enthusiastic about it than usual. I’m guessing it’s because he got my gift. Knowing he accepts it and isn’t mad at me is such a relief. We talked about not being ready to have babies, but once it happened, he stepped up. Zen is the best kind of man, I decide—the kind you can depend on when unexpected things happen.

My thoughts splinter as his tongue laps over my clit luxuriously at just the right angle and then dives forcefully into my core. God, everything he does is amazing. I never knew sex could be so mind-blowing until I met Zen. When he replaces his tongue with his fingers and begins tapping my g-spot while his tongue focuses on my clit again, I don’t last long. What girl could?

I come so hard, it feels like my head is going to explode. I have to shove him away because he’s always eager to lick two orgasms out of me. And today, I just want to feel his cock inside me. When I pull him, he comes up easily.

Zen tells me with a sappy smile, “You taste extra delicious today, my sweet.”

“It’s because I’m pregnant with your baby,” I tell him teasingly.

“Yes. That’s exactly why. And it’s a shame you’re depriving me of some extra face time with that gorgeous pussy of yours.”

“It’s because I want to ride your cock while I still can. Who knows how this pregnancy is going to go. We might not be able to later.”

He presses his forehead to mine. “I know—because I spent the entire night researching pregnancy.”

I pull back, unsure if I heard what he said correctly. “You researched pregnancy?”

He nods. “Yes. The stages of pregnancy and what to expect.”

Curious, I give my girly bits a minute to calm down by asking, “And what did you discover?”

“That women’s bodies are amazing. You’re either in the first stage or the beginning stage of pregnancy. It’s the time when you experience nausea, fatigue, some breast tenderness, and might need to pee a little more often.”

“You don’t have to make it sound so romantic.”

He gives me a quick kiss, and I can taste myself on his lips. “Sweetheart, there ain’t nothin’ in the world more romantic than you having our baby. Now, are you ready for my cock, or are we done for the morning?”

“Cock, please. For future reference, I always want the cock,” I tell him with what I hope is a cute smirk.

He laughs, deep and low. There’s something about his smile today—it’s extra happy. My love for him surges when I realize I did that. I put that extra-happy smile on his face by loving him, saying yes to his marriage proposal, and giving him a child. Knowing this makes me emotional, but in a good way.

Zen stares into my eyes as he slowly enters me. There’s something different about our lovemaking. It’s tender and sweet, like he’s deeply in love with me and worried about being too rough. He’s taking it easy on my body.

“You’re not gonna break me. Not with your cock, anyway.”

He laughs again, sounding delighted by my words. “So, you want nice, hard thrusts. Is that what I’m hearing you say?”

“They’re the only kind worth having,” I tell him.

His face lights up. “It’s safe to have robust sex in the beginning stages of pregnancy, and I’m all about giving my lady what she needs.”

I sit up enough to give him a kiss.

He murmurs, “If I ever get to be too much, tell me. The safety of our baby comes first. Okay?”

“Always,” I tell him before laying back on my pillow and letting my hands run over his muscled chest.

He starts slow, then picks up speed until it feels like I’m stuffed full of a pounding jackhammer of pleasure. I don’t know where that image came from, but it fits. Zen’s mouth comes down to lick and suck my nipples as he moves hard and deep inside me. I love that he’s completely in the moment with me. All the bad things that happened over the last year fade away when Zen is here, filling my mind and body with his love.

I feel the orgasm building. I realize there’s something about sex without all the frills that feels more genuine and bonding—and I love it. My arms come up around his waist, and I scratch his back with my nails. That little bite of pain drives Zen intoa frenzy. He ramps up his thrusts to the point it’s truly mind-blowing. He usually waits for me to come first, but not this time. I can tell he’s barely holding himself in check, and the moment I come, he lets go, filling me up as we come together. He presses his forehead to mine and whispers, “I love you, Lexi.”

We stay locked together for I don’t know how long before Zen pulls his big body off mine. I’m a bad fiancée because I forgot about his shoulder injury, and it’s bleeding through the bandage from all the exertion of holding himself up during sex.

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