Page 68 of Embers in Our Past

“You know, it might be fun to have a book club,” Kennedy says. “Dom here has a point.” She thumbs over to Malloy.

“Dom? What the fuck?” Malloy protests.

“You sort of remind me of one of the alpha males in those Dom/sub books I read. You’re built like one.”

“Thank you?” He looks at me, not sure if Kennedy is being kind or a jerk. I think that’s her way of welcoming him into the group. I smile in return. I think she likes him.

This might be exactly what Malloy needs to distract him, not only from his mom’s illness, but from everything going on with the Rios and Baylee debacle. I think so much is crumbling from the life he’s used to, and he needs a new normal to acclimate to. Hopefully we can be his new support system to lean on.

I’m brushing my teeth later that night when I hear Clay walk in. I’m all worked up after talking about the book and I will admit, I started an audiobook that is just as dirty. I have been waiting for Clay to get home because I sort of need a release.

“Abby, where are you?” I hear him yell from the front.

“I’m brushing my teeth,” I say, rinsing my mouth out. I was going for a sexy look, so I rush to spit out my toothpaste. Luckily, I have already changed, so my plan is halfway there.

I was on the smaller side when it came to my pregnant belly, but in the last week, it popped. I am no longer able to hide the fact that I am expecting. I am embracing every aspect of this look, and Clay eyes me each chance he gets.

As ravenous as we’ve been with one another, he’s been letting me set the pace with how fast we move. He’s been sweet, taking me to the farmers’ market, something we did often when we first moved in together. We’ve also been going on walks after dinner, which we did after getting married, and making some of my favorite meals together.

Tonight, I decided to do something I used to do when we first started dating: I put on some sexy lingerie. I used to wear the cutest sets before I began to feel like having sex was a chore. I opted for one that still fit: a red and black ensemble. My boobs are going to pop right out the minute I bend over, but I doubt Clay will mind. If Clay is going to put effort into little pieces of our past pushing into our future, I think I should do the same.

The confidence boost this gives me is uplifting. I feel sexy and seen in this outfit, not just knowing Clay will love it on me, but the fact that I feel good wearing it. The way my body looks, each curve in it, even the roundness of it, is making me feel bold and powerful. The extra weight I might be carrying now that I have a baby inside me is something I’m embracing.

Clay rounds the corner from the hallway, and I know the moment he spots me because he’s mid-sentence and stops. He must have his phone in his hand because I hear a thud hit the ground.

“Hey, baby, I was wondering if you could help me out with a few of these pieces of fabric,” I say, acting all innocent as I look over my shoulder at the strap of lingerie like I’m completely clueless.

I threw some heels on, loving the way my legs look. I am on the shorter side, but having the added inches gives me the confidence to stride across the room toward Clay while he just stands there, his eyes trailing down my body. I love the way his eyes trail down my skin, feeling like it might catch on fire from just his gaze.

“What’s wrong, Clay? You feeling alright?” I pout for added role-play.

I can already see him stiffening behind his jeans, so I reach him and immediately cup his dick and rub him from the outside of his pants. He moans at the contact and takes a deep breath in.

“Fuck, Abby, you look edible.”

“I’d hope so,” I say, biting down on my lower lip. “You see, I’m feeling a little needy tonight. You think you can help me out with that?”

He moans, and I think he whimpers a low “Yes, please” under his breath.

I put my hand against his chest and push him up against the door. A loud thump ricochets against the wall where the door connects. His mouth hangs open like he’s still in shock at what he sees. I’m amazed nothing has fallen out of place from my bra yet.

I keep my eyes on him while I move my hands down his shirt, slowly letting my nails scrape down his abs. His hard body is such a turn-on, and the way his muscles tense under my fingers is spurring me on.

I reach his belt buckle and start to undo it, then unbutton his pants. Then I push his pants down, his boxers going with them.

His erection springs free, and I lick my lips. I see Clay look down, and his breaths increase, the anticipation evident as he realizes what’s about to happen.

“Abby, baby, are you sure?” He moves his hand through my hair.

I answer by getting on my knees and licking the slit at the head of his cock.

“Fuck me.” His head falls back, hitting the wall.

His response only gives me the reassurance I need to keep going, confidence running through my veins. I open my mouth wider and take him all the way in, his head hitting the back of my throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Abby, fuck.” He breathes in, I assume to keep himself from coming, and I start to fuck him with my mouth.

I peek up at him and see him looking down at me, moving his hands through my hair, making sure to have a full view of me moving along his shaft. Although I’m on my knees, I know I’m in full control right now. This kind of power is so intoxicating.

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