Page 93 of Dirty Behavior

Epilogue

Four months later

Ivy'ssmall rounded belly bumped against my stomach, a playful giggle teased her lips, making me smile.

Running my fingertips across her stomach, I moved up her ribs and cupped her full breasts. Her figure was changing, filling in with such an intoxicating allure, I found myself touching her every chance I could.

Her laughter switched from high and giddy to low and sensual. Her legs spread open, calling me in. But I hesitated, hovering around her knees and staying upright.

Ever since her stomach had popped, that small bubble made me nervous. Could I hurt her or the baby if I put too much pressure on her? Was there a chance I might smother the small life protected behind a thin layer of muscle and skin?

Running my hands down her smooth thighs, I kept my arms locked tight as I propped myself up. “Am I hurting you?” I asked, afraid to squish our small bundle hidden inside her.

“No, I'm fine, the baby is fine. You're not going to hurt me, Dante, come here.” Wrapping her hands around my neck, she pulled my lips to hers.

Her kiss was soft and tender, making my heart speed up and cock push against the inside of her thigh.

I loved this woman, and it was hard to believe she loved me too.

After everything we had been through, all the hurt and pain I had caused her and so many other people. . .

I wouldn't have blamed her if she wanted to run far away from me.

Our tongues linked, twirling and dancing, licking and slipping together. Lowering to my forearms, I held my body above her, cautious of how much weight I was putting down.

“Stop it, you're not going to hurt us.” Ivy's head pressed back away from me, spooning into the pillow. “You're tense, I can feel it. Just relax.”

“I'm sorry, I can't help it.” Rolling off to the side, I kissed her stomach. “I'm just afraid I'm going to hurt the little guy.”

“Guy? How do you know it's not a girl?”

Shrugging a shoulder, I wiggled the baby bump in my palm. “I can feel it.”

“What if it's a girl?”

“Then she'll have a really long, boring life.”

Ivy's eyes lit up, her mouth opening to laugh as she asked, “And why is that?”

“Because she won't see the light of day till she's thirty. That's my only condition if our baby is born with a vagina. I don't think I could handle the idea of her dating, and boys, and fuck knows what else.”

“Language,” she whispered, covering imaginary ears by holding the sides of her belly. “I read the baby can hear everything we say.”

“That doesn't help then.”

“Doesn't help what?”

“I was worried about squishing you before—now I'm worried about the illicit sounds you make when I'm deep inside you. They're not kid-friendly, Ivy, you go well past PG rated.”

Slapping my chest, Ivy rolled her eyes. “Now you're really being ridiculous.”

“Am I? You just blocked our unborn child's ears. Who's the ridiculous one here?”

“Alright that's it.” Throwing her leg over my waist, Ivy lurched onto my chest, forcing me onto my back. “I'm taking over, you're starting to kill the mood.”

Her tits rested as two perfect tear drops, nipples hard and begging to be sucked. Rocking her hips, I felt her heat warm my skin. If she wanted control, she could have it.

She looked amazing, perfect, completely and utterly gorgeous. I loved seeing her body and knowing our baby was inside there. It did something to me, turning me from stone cold to rock hard.

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