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“How about this one?”

I glance up at her voice and find an angel in white standing before me. The dress I picked up from the front window is short and shows off her delicious tights and fits tight over her ample breasts. Still, the middle has plenty of room for her belly, and the sheer fabric shows the V between her legs.

I suck a breath in between my front teeth and stand to check her out. “That’s it. That’s the one.”

Jade pulls at the price tag on her side. “It should be. I’ve never paid this much for a dress in my life. I’m only going to wear it once. Is it really worth the price?”

Imagining the fun of taking it off her on our wedding night is worth ten times whatever the price. “You’re getting it.”

She turns to look at herself in the full-length mirror, and the view of her ass I get makes me rock hard. Damn. Without the extra curves from the baby, Jade had the perfect body, but now… I widen my stance to keep from moaning in pain.

Someone clears their throat, and I’m suddenly reminded every hard-up man in the place is staring at my princess. They are seeing the same shapely ass that has me standing at full attention. I take Jade by the arm and pull her back into the room and jerk the curtain closed.

“Rafe,” she breathes. Her lips are parted, and her chest moves up and down with each labored breath. “What the hell was that?”

“That was me ruining the wet dreams of every man out there. You’re mine, Princess, and I won’t have another man eye-fucking you.”

“They weren’t eye-fucking me. And besides, those men probably don’t take care of their wives as well as you do for me.” She runs her fingers over my bald head, and my dick swells again. Shit, at this rate, I’ll break my damn cock before we even get out of the store. “You have nothing to worry about, Rafe. They may have had their eyes on me, but I only have eyes for you.”

She smiles, and my whole world comes showering down in spark around me. I take her in my arms and press my mouth to hers, ignoring her moans against my tongue. I need her. I need to release the pressure that’s been building up for days. I move my mouth pressing harder until I’m inside hers, and heaven finds me.

When I finally pull back, her lips are red, and her cheeks pink and dewy. Shit, whoever said pregnancy makes a woman glow must have had Jade in mind. She’s a fucking fox.

My fox. And after this week…

My wife.

3

Jade

Pregnancy plays mean tricks on the body. I read that in the baby book Rafe bought along with enough onesies to keep Baby x clothed for months, three outfits for me, a nightgown that covers my belly, and a stuffed giraffe.

Rafe’s apartment is tiny. The space between the couch where he sleeps and my bed is small but seems amplified in the darkness. Especially after the nightmares I seem to have regularly now.

In this one I was running but I didn’t know why or from who. I woke up terrified and covered in my own sweat. Rafe’s gentle breathing from across the room calms me down some, but I’m too worked up to sleep. I push the covers off and stand.

“What’s wrong?”

He’s already awake as he is every time I get out of bed.

“Nothing,” I answer. “Just the usual.”

The couch creaks under his weight, and his shadow appears over the top of the back. “You’re breathing hard. Anything wrong?”

I should have known he’d catch on to my lie. One of the many things I’ve learned about Rafe over the past week is his attention to detail. It, coupled with his size, is what makes him such a good club bouncer. And he has to be a great one to afford the shopping trip he took me on today along with all the extra food he now keeps in the apartment. He’s told me he didn’t have anything to spend his money on until he met me and it’s all just been building up in the bank, but I still feel guilty about how much he spends on me.

“Just a bad dream,” I answer. “The hormones are messing with my brain.”

“I thought I woke you up,” he says and pats the cushion next to him. “Sit down and tell me about the dream.”

Instead of taking the far side of the couch like I should, I take the middle and pull my feet up under me. Rafe smells fresh like he’s just showered, and it isn’t until then my eyes focus enough to see he’s bare-chested with nothing on but his boxer briefs. Heat licks at my face, and my chest tightens. Rafe is a handsome man all around. Dark skin, dark eyes, and lips that make mine itch to be kissed. Then there’s his size. His six-foot-four if he’s an inch and his shoulders are so broad his tee shirts strain to cover them. But he’s not wearing a shirt now, and I could melt into his solid chest. That would involve touching him, and I’m not sure that’s a good idea.

I’m not sure once I start, I’ll be able to stop and judging by the hardness that pressed into my thigh in the dressing room the other day I’m not the only one.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” he asks and reaches a hand to brush through my loose hair.

“I think so. Thanks again for the dress, though I still think it cost too much for a shotgun courthouse wedding.”

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