Page 23 of Paradox
“Well, this man is lucky to have you and would do anything to keep you.”
I stretch my hands toward him and he leans forward so I can wrap them around his shoulders. My eyes roam his face, heart beating faster from the love I have for this man.
“You’re an amazing partner, Jon, a great father to my son—”
“Ourson.”
“A great father to our son. As long as you love me, I don’t need anything else.”
“I do, Ellen. I could never find words to express how much.”
I pull him closer, eyes locked with his. He’s been like this more often than not lately, and his behavior is a little worrying. Why does he feel the need to constantly reinforce his love for me? Has he done something he feels guilty about? “Are you okay?”
“Of course. Why would you ask that?”
“You’ve been a little… gloomy lately. Do you have something to tell me?”
My heart pounds, thoughts of what happened with Britney running through my mind. Is Jon hiding something from me?
“I’m not keeping secrets if that’s what you’re thinking, Ellen. If this is about the Britney saga, I’m certain the only child I’ve fathered is the one you’re carrying.”
“Then what’s going on? Why have you been acting so weird?”
“I’m fine, beautiful.” He drops a kiss on my lips. “You worry too much.”
“Because I think there’s a reason to.”
“There isn’t.”
He hops off the bed, making his way to the bathroom. I follow, fixing my clothes on the way. He’s not brushing me off so easily. Standing in the doorway, I place my hands on my hips and watch him wash his hands.
“Why won’t you talk to me?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” He chuckles, throwing a glance my way. “I swear, babe.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.” He dries his hands on a towel, then moves toward me. “Let’s go to bed.”
He kisses my forehead before his lips trail down my cheek and to my lips. I stand my ground, refusing to let him distract me.
“Someone’s in a mood tonight,” he teases, groping my ass.
“Because someone’s pissing me off.”
“Then let me make it up to you.”
He moves to my neck, licking his way up to my earlobe. As a shiver works its way up my spine, I fight the urge to moan. We haven’t had sex in a few weeks because the thought of the act disgusted me. Pregnancy hormones are no joke. Go figure that my libido kicks into gear when I’m annoyed.
Jon’s hand slides into my shorts, caressing my clit through my panties. Despite my brain protesting, my head falls back to give him better access to my neck. His tongue swirls, teeth nipping at my skin. Moaning, I walk backward to the bed, taking him with me. When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, both his hands tangle in my hair. Our lips meet, mine parting to allow his tongue inside. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around his dick, stroking until he’s rock hard.
“Jesus, Ellen,” he whispers, laying his forehead on mine.
I sit on the edge of the mattress, pulling his boxers down to free him before grasping him in a fist again. Tipping my face up, I meet his glazed-over eyes.
“You promise you’re not keeping something from me?”
“I promise I have no secrets that would hurt you.”
