Page 38 of Mr. Kelly

Once I’m clean,I leave the bathroom with my lotion in hand. I don’t feel like standing and applying it. The more pregnant I become, the more tired I am at the end of the day. I stop just outside the bathroom. Teddy is standing in the middle of the room, freshly showered with a towel wrapped low on his waist.

I know we just had sex, but my body heats up again. His damp hair is slicked back out of his face, and the fuller beard makes his eyes brighter. He looks more defined, like he’s lost a little weight but gained muscle. Now that I’m not surprised that he’s here, I can see how tired he looks. My curiosity about where he’s been spikes even more. I need to know he’s okay.

He slowly approaches me, reminding me how sexy his gait has always been to me. The amount of time I’d spent ignoring his hotness as his employee has made my eyes hungry to feast on him every chance I get.

Theodore grabs my hand and leads me to the edge of the bed. He pushes my robe off of me onto the floor.

“Lie down.”

I don’t know what he has planned, but I wouldn’t turn down that invitation on any level right now. He joins me on the bedand takes my lotion. Squeezing some into his hand, he starts at my feet and massages his way up my leg. It’s heaven.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I watch him rub me down.

“Helping you moisturize.”

“You don’t have to-” I start to protest, but he cuts me off with a firm look.

“I want to.”

Theodore’s warm hands are cupping my left leg just north of mid-thigh. I squirm because the strokes of his hands are equally relaxing and sexy. His eyes fall to my bare pussy. I’ve kept some level of hair before but found that waxing it all off just gives me one less thing to worry about during pregnancy. Even with the slightly bigger baby bump, I don’t hide from his gaze.

He moves on to the other leg, but has yet to look away from the same spot. My center throbs like his eyes are talking to it. I’m fully aroused. My nipples bead to the point of pain, and I tingle everywhere he touches. I stop watching him to give my own visual tour. His hard dick tents the towel, making my mouth water.

Sliding my hand down my torso, I use my fingers to spread my lips and give him a better view. Teddy grunts as he tenses his square jaw.

“Damn, River. I only have half of your body moisturized, but my tongue is dying to lubricate your pussy.”

“Do it,” I whisper. I run a finger over my throbbing clit for emphasis. “I’d have to take another shower anyway with the way you’re looking at me.”

He licks his lips so thoroughly, I feel like they’re already on me.

“I thought you wanted to talk,” he reminds me, his voice raspy with desire.

“We will.

“I’ll be the Teddy in your bed,” he teases me with a seductive smile.

“My bed?”

“This is your house.”

“What?”

“Consider it a trinket.”

“A house isn’t a trinket, Theodore!”

“It is when you have my kind of money. What happened to Teddy?”

“I think all three of you are crazy right now.”

“All three?”

“Theodore, Trunk, and Teddy?”

He throws his head back, laughing hard, but doesn’t stop massaging the lotion into my body.

“I’m not crazy. It’s a token of my appreciation. I wanted to show you that, even if we don’t make it, I’ll always take care of you and my child.”

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