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I push away from him, leaving him in the chair. I stand in front of him and pull my top up over my head; my breasts practically spilling out of the top of my bra cups, swollen and larger just over the last twelve weeks.

Ryan’s eyes rake over my body, appreciating me and making me feel wanted. He hooks a finger at me beckoning me to come closer.

I take a step and Ryan leans forward, sliding his hands around my waist, he presses a kiss to my stomach and runs his hand across the swell of my belly.

“I’m getting chubby,” I say as he keeps his hand on my stomach. I slide my yoga pants down and kick them off to the side so I’m standing in just my bra and panties.

“I think you look perfect,” he says, kissing his way up my body. “Especially these.” Ryan’s hands graze my ribs, slipping around to my back; he quickly releases the clasp on my bra.

My swollen breasts fall into Ryan’s hands as he lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth. Nibbling and sucking, each pull from his mouth has my hips moving.

I straddle Ryan’s thigh, lowering myself, I grind my pussy against his leg, desperate to feel him inside me.

My nipples pucker in his mouth as he continues to lick and bite at me, all of the sensation a direct line to my pussy.

I shove him back against the chair, pulling at his t-shirt so I can run my hands up the length of his broad muscular chest. As soon as I reach his shoulders, I drag my nails back down and Ryan groans out loud.

In that instant, he stands and lifts me until my legs are wrapped around his waist. I twist my fingers in his hair and connect my mouth with his as he makes his way to our bedroom.

Still cradled in his arms, Ryan climbs onto the bed and sets me down gently. His lips against my skin, kissing and licking and sucking at my neck, my collarbone, my breasts as his hands explore my body. He hooks his thumbs into the sides of my panties and effortlessly glides them down my legs, leaving them to fall to the floor.

He has yet to end this burning desire that has taken over and I’m growing impatient.

“Ryan, just fuck me already,” I insist and he chuckles against my skin.

“Not yet, baby. I want to enjoy everything that is new about you,” Ryan says and begins kissing his way down my body. Reaching my bellybutton, his lips kiss a series of small, sweet kisses around it. He begins to make his way down a little farther, kissing as he goes and when he stops and whispers, “I love your pink pussy,” I nearly lose it.

“Fuck, Ryan,” I growl and he just shakes his head and gives me a coy smile.

Using his shoulders he nudges my legs open wider and places his head between them. I’m shaking with anticipation by now, needing to come so badly that all it will take is one sweep of his tongue.

Ryan begins to nuzzle my lips with his nose, yet never giving me what I want, so I tangle my fingers in his hair and force his mouth to me.

“Don’t be greedy, baby,” he murmurs, his voice anything but soothing.

“Please, Ryan,” I beg and he spreads me with his thumbs as his tongue licks me from my entrance to my clit.

My hips buck up off the bed and Ryan begins to circle my clit with his tongue. He slips one finger inside me and that’s all it takes before I’m coming hard and loud.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Ryan

Erin lies in my arms, both of us exhausted, but this time, in a good way.

“Ryan?” she says, her head on my chest.

“Yeah?”

“About you quitting your job…” she trails off as though she isn’t sure she should continue.

“I’m not gonna regret it, babe, I promise,” I say, trying to reassure her.

“But what will you do in Rockport?” she asks, lifting her head. “I mean I’m assuming you’ll move here, but of course if you want to stay in Boston…”

I smile, brushing her hair back. “I want to move here,” I tell her. “As long as you’re okay with me moving in here?”

She stares down at me, a million different emotions flickering across her face. “Yes,” she whispers. “I’d love you to move in.”

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