Page 231 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2
“Someone might see,” The burst of clarity was fleeting as Matt slid a hand down the front of my jeans. “Matt – oh God,”
He could probably feel the heat coming from me. He definitely felt the moisture pooling in my panties.
“Oh sweetheart,” Matt let out a throaty moan. “Mmm, the office is close.”
It was back down the hallway by my non-existent studio, much too far away. We were frantically kissing again, this time my hands were wandering at will through his hair while he rubbed his fingersagainst my-
“Music room,” I gushed as my body tightened in desire. “It’s closer…never use it…harder.”
He willingly applied a touch more force and I could feel the tiny spasms building between my legs. Matt’s other hand slipped down my side then he froze and abruptly jerked back.
“Wh-what?” I twisted my head sideways, sure we’d been caught and hoping it was anyone but Grumps. No one besides us were in the hallway. Hungry for his touch I tried to reclaim the space between us even as Matt pulled his hand out from my jeans.
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered, partly confused, mostly horny.
“I can’t.” Matt took a few steps back, he was looking at me as if I’d grown two heads. Two ginormous, ugly heads.
“What? It doesn’t mean anything,” I stalked his hunky frame. “What do you meanyou can’t?” My hand stretched out and closed over his blatant erection. “You can, trust me, you definitely can.”
Matt grabbed my hand, pulling it away from his yummy man junk. He glared at me, I think it was in frustration.
“Matt,” I hissed. “Why are you stopping? Come on, please. Help a girl out.”
“I. Can’t.” he enunciated. His grip on my hand tightened reflexively before it gentled and he released me. With a sickly shade of green creeping into his face, he hissed right back. “I felt them, one of them kicked. I can’t do it.”
I waved a hand through the air, I had felt the movement also. “It’s nothing, ignore it. Let’s,” I made some hand gestures to get my point across. “Ok? Before my buzz goes and I start thinking clearly. We should, yeah, let’s do it.”
Matt was aghast. The sickly shade of green disappeared, leaving his skin pale. He shook his head in disbelief. “Are you insane? I can’t dothatwith them inside you. What if I,” He took a ragged breath. “I don’t want to poke them.”
I blinked then burst out laughing.
“Stop bloody laughing,” Matt growled. “It’s not funny.”
“It’s not that late in my pregnancy where it’s a problem and you’re notthatbig, Matt,” I gasped out between my laughter. “No normal man is, maybe a porn star-”
Matt gave me a hard look, a hard insulted look, a very offended male ‘do-you-want-me-get-the-measuring-tape-out-to-prove-how-big-my-dick-is’ look. “I’m big enough and I’m not risking it. They must be completely cramped in there already.”
“Matt,” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“And I don’t wantmy unborn childrenbeing traumatized,” Matt was deadly serious. “I’m not comfortable with this. I don’t want to do it.”
I bent my head and stared at the carpet for a moment before raising incredulous eyes to his belligerent face. “Are you kidding me? It’s fine. Loads of people do it. I can’t believe – you got me all hot and bothered and now you’re backing out? Are you serious right now? I’m pregnant, Matt,”
“I know that,” he retorted.
“And horny,” I fumed.
“Evidently,” Matt was acting as if he didn’t just have a hand down my jeans.
“Nobody else is going to shag me.” I started re-buttoning my jeans. “You don’t know how hard this is. It’s the hormones I think, I’ve been feeling horny a lot. Nobody wants sex with a pregnant woman, unless it’s one of those fetish websites,”
“You’ve already checked it out?” Matt yelled in surprise.
“What? No. Don’t be stupid.” I sucked my teeth in exasperation and refrained from punching him. “The only choice is between the weirdos,”
Matt glowered at me.
“Or the person who knocked you up in the first place,” I said, full of self-righteous indignation. “Those are the only people who will shag a pregnant lady.”
