Page 143 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

“I’m calling it Medusa until I know if it’s a girl or a boy.” They nod, and, looking at Flyn, who can’t take his eyes off me, I ask, “You want to be her big brother, right?”

He nods. “Of course, Mom!”

Sometimes he calls me Mom, sometimes Aunt, other times just Jude. He hasn’t decided what to do yet, but it doesn’t matter to me. All I want is for him to call me.

Very excited about everything, Simona takes Norbert’s hand.

“What joy! Another child scampering about the house. Such delight!”

I love them so much. They don’t have children. Months ago, Simona confessed they tried for years, but fate never granted them their wish. I know she’s received the news with an open heart and that Medusa will be like a granddaughter to her.

“Then we shouldn’t buy the bike for my classes, right?” Flyn asks.

I sigh. Flyn’s motorcycle! I’d forgotten about it.

“Jude can’t teach you now. She can’t ride a motorcycle while she’s pregnant, but if you want, we can buy it this weekend, and Jurgen can teach you.”

Eric is right. I can’t and shouldn’t. But I think it’s a fantastic solution, though I’m surprised by Flyn’s response.

“No, that’s OK. I want Jude to teach me.”

“It’s just that I can’t ride a motorcycle or run after you right now,” I explain.

“But you will after you have Medusa, right?”

I nod. It becomes clear that, for him, what’s important is that I teach him. I look at Eric, who smiles, and then I kiss my boy on the head.

“We don’t need to talk about it anymore. The lessons and the bike will wait until after Medusa is already sleeping in her crib.”

That night, Eric and I are exhausted. He sits on the bed and very carefully puts the crutches aside. He’s clearly happy to be home.

“Can I help you undress?” I ask.

With a smoldering smile, my guy nods, and I proceed.

First, I unbutton his shirt and take it off, and, with care, I caress his shoulders. God, I love him. After that, without touching the leg in the cast, I pull his black track pants down.

“Oh yes...just what I need,” I murmur on seeing the prominent erection in his underwear.

Eric laughs.

“It’s been too long without...and I want...I want...I want...”

Eager, I bring my mouth to his. We can kiss without worry now. His lip has healed, and we can finally devour each other with passion and delight. Immediately turned on by the closeness of this man with whom I’m madly in love, I very carefully straddle him.

“Is it OK if I sit like this?”

He nods.

“Well then, I’m not moving from here.”

Eric kisses my lips and places his hot hands on my hips. “Of course you’re not going to move.”

I grin and nibble his lips.

“I’m going to move so much, they’ll hear you moaning in Australia.”

“How tempting,” he purrs.

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