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“Why, baby?”

My hands trailed over his beautiful shoulders, feeling his muscles flex against my fingertips. “I’m struggling with losing the baby weight and?—”

He threw his head back and burst out laughing.

“Hey!” I slapped his shoulder. “It’s not funny.”

“It’s fucking hilarious,” he choked out. “Lose the baby weight? Are you fucking delusional? There’s nothing of ya.”

“But I’ve got a pooch,” I argued.

He got to his knees, jerked my hips up, tugged my granny panties down my legs, and threw them over his shoulder, leaving me bare. His eyes slid down to my stomach, and he barked, “Where?”

I touched my belly and jiggled it. “There.”

He dived downward, nuzzled it with his mouth, and growled, “Looks fuckin’ beautiful to me.”

My thighs clenched.

Strong hands threw my legs over his shoulders, then he held my pussy lips apart with his fingers and slowly licked my clit with the flat of his tongue.

My hips bucked, and I moaned.

He lifted his head and grinned up at me. “Tastes fuckin’ good, too. Just like mine.”

His face lowered, and he burrowed his nose in my mound and pulled in a long sniff. “Even your scent is mine.”

I think I melted into the mattress.

Another deep growl hit the ether, and I watched, fascinated, as Hendrix dipped his head again. He caught my clit between his lips and sucked it deep into his mouth.

“Jamie,” I moaned, clasping his head against my sex. “Oh my God.”

“You’re mine, Anna,” he murmured, nipping the inside of my thigh. “I don’t care about baby weight or pooches. All I care about is raising our boy to be true and strong. I care about doing things right this time and not screwing everything up. I care about learning to be a good ol’ man and a good dad. None of that other shit matters. D’ya get me?”

My heart swelled. “Yes.”

“Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded.

I smiled. “You.”

“And I belong to you,” he said like a vow. “And I always will.” His stare lowered, and his nostrils flared. “You’re so fucking pretty for me.” His fingertips brushed along the crease where my pussy met my inner thigh to trace the smattering of marks. “There’s my freckles. I missed them.”

His face dipped, and he pushed his tongue inside and began to lap gently at me.

My insides seized up. My stomach muscles contracted, and my thighs clenched. I cried out as Hendrix pushed a finger inside me before adding another, sliding them inside and filling me over and over until my hips writhed uncontrollably.

A heavy, muscular arm fell over my stomach, and he pinned me down. The pressure of his tongue increased, and then he latched his mouth onto me and began to suck it hard and deep, humming his pleasure against my clit.

My heart raced, forcing my blood through my veins.

Hendrix made everything heated. My skin felt as if it were on fire. I forced my legs wider apart, my fingers reaching down again to hold him to me by his hair while I rode his face.

When my orgasm hit, the pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t catch my breath. I cried out as every muscle clenched tight and then imploded from the inside out.

Hendrix didn’t let up. He kept licking, sucking, and fucking me with his fingers until all of the aftershocks faded away, and I was left shaking on the bed.

He shifted up and eased himself between my legs, taking my head in both hands. “Look at me, Anna,” he demanded.

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