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“Sure, Pres.” Hap nods. “Catch you in about twelve hours,” he adds as he leads me down the hall.

Ghost smirks and shakes his head. I hope he doesn’t think Hap is joking, because I am more than happy to sleep for twelve hours. I reckon I could sleep even longer if I was given the chance. Hap opens the door and leads us inside. I stop and look at him as he unties his boots.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I’m getting ready for bed,” he answers.

“I can see that, but why in here? This is my room,” I counter.

He kicks his boots off, looking at me as he grabs the hem of his black t-shirt and begins to lift it up and over his head, revealing his muscular tattooed body. My eyes can’t help but drink in every hard edge of his body. It reminds me how his body felt pressed against mine and how his skin felt under my fingertips.

“Baby, I’m beat. I could fall asleep fucking standing up, but if you keep looking at me like that, I will happily fuck you until we both pass out,” he threatens as he begins to unbuckle his jeans.

My cheeks heat, and I turn away so my back is to him. As I lift my dress over my head, I hear him suck in a sharp breath, and I smile to myself as I reach around and unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor. As I reach down and grab a tank top and shorts from my bag, I can feel his eyes on me. I place the tank top on, then I inhale a deep breath and slide my lace French shorts down my legs. I bite down on my bottom lip as I make quick work of getting my bed shorts on. Clearing my throat, I turn around and see Hap stood there in nothing but a pair of tight-fitting black boxers, his hard-on pitching a tent. I gasp out a laugh.

“You see what you do to me? I am too tired to even raise a fucking smile right now, but apparently, my dick is always ready to rise to any occasion.” Hap sighs, rubbing his face.

“I’m going to go brush my teeth,” I mutter. Grabbing my toothbrush, I walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. A sigh escaped me as I leaned back against the door. I should have just got my clothes and walked in here and changed. Why had I basically given him a strip tease? I inwardly groan and walk over to the sink, grimacing at just how worn out I look.

Once I’m done, I walk back into the bedroom and see Hap sprawled out on top of the covers, his arm behind his head and his eyes closed, fast asleep. I walk to the chair in the corner of the room and grab the throw off of the back of it, carefully draping it over him. I place a soft kiss on his temple before I walk around and get under the covers on the other side. As soon as my eyes close, sleep consumes my exhausted body.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

HAP

I’m notsure how long we’ve been asleep, but I wake to a blanket covering me, and Alina is curled on her side, tucked under the covers with her back facing me. I chuck the blanket onto the floor, being careful not to disturb her as I move and get under the covers. As I cuddled in behind her, I wrapped my arm around her and splayed my hand over her small but growing bump. Closing my eyes, I inhale her scent, and a moment later, my eyes begin to grow heavy again as I drift back off to sleep.

I wake sometime later and immediately notice that Alina has moved. I’m on my back, and she’s sprawled across my chest, her legs tangled with mine. I gently roll her onto her back, and as she mumbles something sleepily, I smile at how cute she’s being. As I look down at her sleeping form, I notice that her tank top has ridden up, exposing her middle. My hand moves of its own accord, my fingers desperate to feel her soft skin. I gently graze the tips of my fingers across her middle, travelling up further to the swell of her breast. Goosebumps break out across her skin from my touch, and I love the effect I have on her body.

My fingers continue exploring under her tank, and as I glide my thumb over her puckered nipple, she lets out a breathy whimper in her sleep. I slowly lean down and trail kisses overher bare skin. Her body moves, embracing my touch, and I quickly look up at her, watching her reaction, waiting for her to wake up. I reach for the hem of her shorts and pull them down slightly, kissing as I go.

I feel the moment she awakes. Her body tenses for a moment, and as I look up, I see her leaning up, looking down on me, her face full of sleep and arousal.

“What are you doing?” she asks, blinking back the sleep.

I kiss along her stomach to her hip, giving her a playful nip and making her gasp. Travelling lower, I watch her as I glide her shorts further down. “I woke and felt a little peckish,” I say with a smirk. I look at her perfect little cunt and run my tongue up her seam.

“You can’t do that,” she breathes. Her eyes are hooded, and her chest is heaving in quick breaths. I smirk as I press my tongue to her clit before I wrap my lips around it and give it a playful suck. “Ahh!” she yells, gripping the sheets in her tight fists. She swallows. “It’s classed as sexual assault to touch someone while they are sleeping, because they can’t give you permission,” she pants as I continue to swirl my tongue over her clit.

I lift my head and look at her, stroking my index fingers along her centre and teasing at her entrance. “Is that so?” I ask, raising my brow. She nods as she bites down on her bottom lip. “So, I guess I shouldn’t be doing this then,” I say as I glide two fingers inside her, curling them up to stroke that perfect spot. Her hips buck, and a whimper escapes her plump lips. “And this. I really shouldn’t do the two together,” I mock playfully as I press my tongue firmly against her clit, moving it in circles in perfect time with my fingers gliding in and out of her soaking wet cunt. My cock is painfully hard, and I’m sure I will blow my load just by watching her come undone by my touch. I growl as I feel her walls begin to clench around my fingers. I want to feel hercome apart, to feel her lose all her self-control. As I continue to fuck her with my tongue and fingers, her head rolls back on her shoulders and her thighs clamp around my head as she moans out her release.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers. Her hips buck from the sensitivity being too much, but I don’t ease up. I continue to draw every last second of her orgasm out of her. “Please,” she whimpers, and I swear that noise goes straight to my cock.

Moving quickly, I yank down her shorts and chuck them across the room, spreading her legs further apart as I free my now desperate and painfully hard cock, wasting no time as I push forward, filling her.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel,” I groan, rocking my hips slowly in and out of her. I yank down her tank top, exposing her full breasts, and take one of her nipples in my mouth, nipping lightly with my teeth. She arches her back, moaning. Her eyes are closed in ecstasy as I rock in and out, rotating my hips, building both our pleasures slowly. I want to slam myself inside her, pound into her so hard that it borders on pain and pleasure, but I won’t. I’m too afraid of hurting her while she is pregnant.

“More. Please,” she begs, her eyes searing into mine.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say through gritted teeth. As I say that, my muscles twitch, wanting to move as my cock begs me for more.

She lifts her palm to my cheek, caressing it affectionately. “You won’t.” Her thumb runs along my bottom lip. “Now fuck me like a man,” she demands.

I growl, nipping the pad of her thumb between my teeth as I thrust my hips forward. She gasps, moving her hands to my back, digging her nails into the flesh. I growl, slamming my hips into her over and over. Beads of sweat cover our bodies, and the headboard slams into the wall with each powerful thrust of my hips. Her full tits bounce as I fill her, and my lower spine tinglesas pleasure builds deep within me. I hold back, waiting for her, needing to feel her climax.

“Yes, fuck, oh god!” she cries out as her walls clamp so tight around my cock as she cums. I don’t stop chasing my release as she continues to cry out, her body bucking in pleasure as her orgasm consumes every part of her body. My own orgasm explodes through me, and I thrust my hips, burying my cock deep inside her as my seed fills her.

I drop my head to the crook of her neck, rapidly panting. “Fuck,” I groan. My hips slowly rock back and forth, desperate to make the pleasure last as long as possible. She lazily strokes her nails up and down my back in a soothing motion. I lift my head and take her mouth, kissing her possessively. A small whimper escapes her, and I already feel myself hardening. Fuck, this woman will be the death of me, but at least I will die happy.

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