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Melhas dealt with the whole confined to the house thing really well, but knowingshe has to miss her art show at the gallery tomorrow has put a damper on herspirits. I hate to see her this way. After attempting conversation a few timesand only getting shrugs and one word answers, I pick up her phone.
“Whatare you doing?”
“Callingyour doctor. I have a few questions.”
Sheclambers over me on the couch, reaching for her phone as I effortlessly keep itout of her reach while scrolling through her contacts. “Jeremy, no! I told youwhat he told me.”
Withone arm, I easily shift her off me. “Don’t get all worked up. The baby, youknow?”
“Thendon’t be a dick!”
I’mpretty sure the receptionist who answers hears her comment, but she agrees toput me on with the nurse anyway. Melissa sits back, her arms crossed, glaringat me. I forgot how adorable she is when she’s mad. While I’m on hold, shestalks to the bathroom.
Thenurse listens as I explain the situation and ask a few questions. “So, as longas she’s seated and not walking around, two hours would be acceptable?”
“Yes,her doctor will approve that.”
Ijust have one more question, and I peek back to make sure Mel can’t hear me. “Iknow she can’t have sex, but does that include all sex?”
Thenurse chuckles and explains it means penetration. As long as she’s not active,orgasms are okay. “Thank you very much.”
Mynext call is to a home health care service who agrees to deliver a wheelchair inthe morning. My girl is going to her art show. But first, I’m going to relievesome of her stress and watch her come for me.
Melreturns to the spot on the couch I know she’s so sick of, and ignores me,staring at the TV. She continues blocking me out like a stubborn brat when Icuddle up next to her.
Angryor not, I can feel her relax when I kiss her neck. “You are so fucking sexywhen you’re pissed.”
Iflooks could kill, I’d be splattered on the wall behind us. “You have awonderful skill for saying the exact wrong thing,” she says.
Brushingher hair from her neck so I can get to it better, I drag my lips up to her ear.“You can go to your art show. Your doctor agrees. I’ve arranged everything. Isthat a better thing to say?”
Nowshe’s listening.
“What?But he said…all that walking around.”
“Nowalking around. I rented a wheelchair. You’ll sit, and I’ll push. Then we’ll goout for dinner afterward if you’re up to it. You won’t have to move around anymore than you would at home.”
Hereyes tear up. It’s the first time I’ve seen her get emotional. “I can actuallyget out of this house?”
“Yes.”A smile spreads across her face as I grin down at her. “Am I still a dick?”
Shethrows her arms around me. “At the moment, no, but ask me again later.”
Myhands slide under her back, and I lift her, carrying her to her room. Shestares up at me as I place her on the bed and straddle her body, kneeling overher.
“Thankyou,” she says, her voice a bit watery. “Not just for this, but everything.”
“You’rewelcome, babe, but save the thank yous until I’m done. Your doctor alsoinformed me of another little fact.” Her eyes widen as my hands grip herwaistband and yank down her sweat pants. “No sex doesn’t mean I can’t make youcome.”
“Jeremy.”Her voice holds a warning when I slide down and lie on my stomach, my facebetween her legs. Her breath catches as I run a finger over the silk of herpanties, which are growing wetter by the second.
“Hmm?”A shiver runs through her when my lips follow the path of my finger.
Deepblue eyes catch mine. “Don’t stop,” she whispers, her cheeks flaming.
Thepanties are flung to the ground. My cock is like a stone, and it’s everything Ican do not to come in my pants like a teenager when I get my first taste ofher. The way she wriggles under my tongue and moans when I lick her clitdoesn’t help me maintain my self-control, but it sure as hell fires me up.
