Page 72 of A Deceitful Pact

“Sawyer, they're your dungarees and they don’t even fit me.” I look at how the front stretches so tight over her stomach that it barely reaches her chest, and smile to myself proudly. There's something real satisfying in seeing the woman you're not supposed to be in love with, swelling with your child.

“Cute.” She scoffs a laugh at me.

“Cute, sexy, and everything in between.” Moving across the room to her, I rest my hands on each arm of the chair and lean down to kiss her lips.

“How did ya get so much paint on you when you're not even painting?” I laugh when I see the white marks staining the denim.

“Because you're a sloppy decorator, you flicked it all over me when you were doing the ceiling,” she tells me, trying not to smile.

“You don’t usually complain when I flick all over you,” I tease, before getting back to work. “You know, we really need to start thinking about getting some furniture for this room. We’re gonna need a car seat and a stroller too,” I point out as I roll more paint onto the walls.

“There’s no hurry,” she tells me, and when I turn my head, I can tell she’s trying to avoid the conversation again, I just don’t know why.

“Riley, we're seven weeks away from your due date, and I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that sometimes babies come early.”

“We have plenty of time.” She struggles out of the chair and waddles her way toward me then picking up the brush from the roller tray, she starts to edge around the window frame.

“What’s wrong?” I put my roller down and take the brush from her hand.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just don't get what the big rush is.” She goes to take the brush back from me, but I move it further away.

“Riley, why are you avoiding this?”

“It’s not that I’m avoiding it…” Her skin blushes red. “...I just can’t afford to be spending money right now. Cutting down my hours before I went on official maternity leave hit me hard,” she admits.

“Why didn’t ya say somethin’?” I shake my head.

“Because it's not your problem.” She looks away with an embarrassed laugh, and I grab her jaw and turn her head back to face me.

“I disagree. Riley, I’m all of the problem.” I take both sides of her stomach firmly in my hands, liking that the crop top she’s wearing under my dungarees is allowing me to touch her bare, swollen flesh.

“I was the one who rushed you into this. I flushed away your birth control, I made sure I did everything I could to get my baby in there.” I gently shake my hands. “So I’m gonna help you however I can. Starting by getting our little princess everything she needs.” I get back to work, admiring the white fingerprints I leave on her skin.

“I guess you have a point, all this isentirelyyour fault.” I quickly turn my head back at her and recognise the seductive smirk on her face.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it. You love having my baby in there.”

“Not when she’s pressing on my bladder and kicking me through the night.” I watch her slowly release the buckles of my dungarees so they fall open and reveal her bump completely.

“You know what getting that belly out does to me,” I warn, growing harder as she strokes her palms all over its surface.

“Thirty-three weeks and still no stretch marks. I wonder what my secret is?” She taunts me.

“Darlin’, if you ain’t lookin’ to get fucked in our baby girl’s nursery, I suggest you stop right there.” I reach over my back and drag my T-shirt over my head. Moving back toward her, I stand side on to her body and lift her crop top up over her tits.

“These are getting so full.” I take one in my hand and squeeze it, noting how heavy it’s become since last time. “I can’t wait to see you sitting in that chair feeding our baby with ‘em.” I tug at her nipples the way she likes me to, and when I feel something wet slip between my fingers, I check if it’s what I think it is.

“Oh… baby.” I smile as I rub the substance between my thumb and finger, then lick them to confirm.“You’re fuckin’ leakin’.” I go to squeeze out some more, but she forces my hand away.

“I’m sorry.” She covers her hands over her tits and looks down at them, self consciously.

“Sorry! Are youcrazy? I’ve been waiting a long time for this. You know Jace drinks Maddison’s in his coffee every morning?”

“That's disgusting!” She looks horrified.

“Riley Hale, take your hands away from those pretty tits and stop being so ashamed. I wanna taste what you're gonna feed my baby, is that so wrong?”

I see her taking in what I’ve said, and when she reluctantly drops her hands, I lower my head so I can suck more from her nipple.

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