Page 122 of The One I Hate
“Anyway…I was finally at a place in my life when I was okay with my body. And it was good. I felt pretty good. And being with you has…well I’ve never felt better. Then today…and I know it’s because of the baby…it’s just…with one ill-fitting pair of pants and my boobs popping out of my bra…I feel like all that mental work I did is gone.”
“Well, I’d like to first say, I’m not madone bitabout the boobs.”
I shake my head with a laugh. “Of course you aren’t.”
“Second of all, you need to know that I think you are fucking beautiful. And you are only getting more beautiful every day.”
“And you have to say that.”
“Charlene Marie Bennett,” Simon turns me a little so I’m looking right into his crystal blue eyes. “After all these years, do youstillnot believe how fucking gorgeous you are?”
I shrug. “You know I’ve never seen me the way you do. Even at my best…”
Simon stands up and holds his hand out for me.
“What are you doing?”
“If you don’t want to believe how beautiful I think you are, I have no other option but to show you.”
I give him my hand as a devious, and sexy, smiles cross over his handsome face. He pulls me from the bed, positioning me in front of him—and turning us to face my full-length mirror.
I immediately avert my eyes from the mirror. This is maybe the most uncomfortable thing ever. I might be more confident in my body, but that doesn’t mean I like looking at it. Especially today.
But Simon doesn’t let me. His one hand holds me around my soft stomach as his other lifts my chin up, making me look at our reflections.
“Look at me.”
I reluctantly do as he says.
“Now, I could ask you what you see, but I have a feeling you aren’t going to say the right answer. So I’m going to tell you whatIsee.”
Simon’s hand leaves my chin and slides down until he finds the front clasp of my bra. I can’t even be impressed by his one-handed unlatching. I’m too mesmerized by the fire in his eyes right now. I always described his eyes as nearly crystal blue. But now? It reminds me of the subtle blue that you see in a flame.
He’s on fire. For me.
“I don’t think it’s a lie that I’m pretty obsessed with these,” he says, massaging both of my breasts in his strong hands. The mixture of pressure and pleasure is intoxicating. “But now, knowing that soon they are going to give our child nourishment? Because you’re growing our baby? It’s a feeling I can’t describe.”
He pulls me in even closer, and I feel his cock hardening against me.
“And this?” His hands travel down to my stomach, placing them securely on the baby bump. “The fantasies I have about you and your body changing through every stage should be illegal.”
I stare as his hand continues traveling down, separating my legs slightly so he can slide a finger along my pussy.
“Do you know how fucking sexy it is when you’re wet and waiting for me? How beautiful you are, knowing this pussy is mine and only mine?”
I let my head tip back, reveling in the feeling of his fingers teasing my entrance. “Eyes on me, Bug. And don’t you dare look away.”
I do as he says, though I don’t know if I’m ready for the next part of his show.
His mouth starts kissing down my neck and across my shoulder as he steps in front of me. His mouth continues to leave a trail across my body, making sure to make a stop at my breasts as he sucks on each one of them, giving each ample attention.
He doesn’t stay there too long, continuing his journey down as he lowers himself to his knees.
“Simon?”
“Are you watching?”
“Yes…”
