Page 77 of Overtime

“Are you cold, baby?”

“No,” she moans. “Please don’t stop.”

Those words are music to my ears, and I aim to please. So, I don’t stop. My hands warm every inch of her skin I can reach. Her breasts, her belly, her thighs, the length of her arms. I drink to my heart’s content. From her neck, her shoulder, the tips of her fingers until finally turning her chin, so I can claim her lips. She begs for more, so I adjust her across my lap and kiss her until neither of us can breathe.

“I miss making out with you,” Evie whispers against my mouth. “It’s just too hard with my stomach being so huge.”

“It is too hard.” I thrust upwards a few times until she gets my meaning. “I think it’s time to get out now.”

“Don’t you mean get off now?” She laughs as she takes my hand to step out of the tub then lets me wrap a towel around her to dry her off. Her grin melts my heart as she stares up at me. “Are you going to stuff me now and feed me later?”

Playful Evie tonight. God, I love playful Evie. “That depends. How hungry are you?”

“Starving.”

She’s not talking about food, and I’m done taking my time.

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