Page 29 of The Music of Love

Now I stand on the deck of our house in Malibu, watching the sunset, my arms wrapped around Reese’s pregnant belly as the warm breeze dances around us. It’s the release day of my latest album, sales and reviews are both phenomenal, but without Reese, none of that would be possible. Without Reese, none of it would matter.

Just as I suspected, just like I told her, she became the best manager I could hope for. I’m able to trust her to always have my schedule laid out perfectly with no conflicts, which means I never had to hire an assistant. And when it comes to having someone to trust on the creative aspects of which direction to take my career, Reese has always been top of my list.

The first song I wrote about her went number one and stayed there for just over eight weeks. Our relationship went so well that I was inspired to write and ended up writing an entire album of basically love songs in less than a month.

The next single went number one for seven weeks, and then the entire album went number one and became my best-selling album ever. Reese planned out my countrywide tour, which was a major success, and at the very last show back in New York, I brought her out on stage and proposed.

She probably saw it coming—at least a little bit. Why else would I drag her out on stage in front of all those people? Still, it couldn’t have gone over any better than it did. I’d called Sarah up to get Reese’s ring size, and I’d spent weeks picking out the perfect stone.

She burst into tears when I got down on one knee with the band still softly playing in the background. Her parents were backstage when she said yes, and we were married three months later at an outdoor ceremony at the lake where I played her the first draft of the song I wrote for her that later became a hit.

She’s the love of my life. My constant inspiration. And the mother of my beautiful daughter.

I kiss up the side of my wife’s neck until I reach the bottom of her ear—the spot that always causes her to shiver with delight. “What’s the matter?” I whisper in the teasing tone I know she loves. “Something tickle?”

“Stop!” She giggles. She clearly doesn’t mean it. “You’re bad.”

“You love it.”

I slip my hand up my wife’s loose-fitting dress and feel her pregnant belly. I absolutely love it—all the extra curves that lead right up to her big, swollen breasts. I didn’t think I could want Reese any more than I already did, but then I watched her body change more and more as she was pregnant the first time, and I realized that I had a thing for her when she was with child. So now that she’s pregnant again, I can barely keep my hands off her.

“Haven’t you had enough of me already?” she whispers as I slip two fingers down her panties. She’s already nice and moist and ready for me, which just turns me on even more.

“Enough of you?” I scoff. “Impossible.”

I grab her by the waist and turn her around to face me, and she quickly goes tense in my arms and pulls herself close to me. Her eyes are focused on something behind me, and I immediately know what’s happening.

“Ashley, honey,” she says, immediately switching to her motherly voice. “What are you doing up? You were supposed to be asleep hours ago!”

Ah, crap.

One of the things about being the father of a toddler is that they’re very unpredictable. You never know what’s going to happen. So far, Reese and I have yet to be walked in on by Ashley, but I’d count this as kind of close.

“I woke up,” Ashley says. “I had a…bad dream…”

“Oh, honey,” Reese says, quickly going over to her and scooping her up into her arms. “Don’t you worry. It was just a dream, baby. Come on, let’s get you back to beddy-bye.”

I wrap my arm around my wife and daughter, and we walk her up Ashley’s room. My wife is magic, so it doesn’t take her long to get my wonderful daughter back into bed, and together we get her back to sleep. Mostly I just stand there watching as my wife tells her stories and speaks in her soothing voice. Ashley just wants to know that her father is there for her to protect her from the big bad monsters that might show up. It’s her mother who does all the heavy lifting at times like this.

And it’s just incredible to watch. I feel blessed watching and knowing that I absolutely lucked out when I decided to go to Henry’s that night. When I met Reese and when she wasn’t impressed by me. When all those events led to me placing a ring on her finger and making her mine.

Or maybe it was just destined to be. Maybe those events were set in motion by the universe, and she was always meant to be mine.

Once Ashley is finally sleeping, Reese and I go back into our bedroom together. I’m right behind her as she walks over to the bed, and before she can even turn around, I’m pressing my body up against hers.

I reach one hand up her dress and cup a breast, and reach another hand down her panties and slip two fingers inside her. “So where were we?”

A moan escapes her lips, and she twists her head back to me, her mouth slightly open to accept the kiss she knows I have for her. Our tongues wind together as she reaches back and grabs my cock, which is quickly growing beneath my sweatpants.

A sudden urge quickly rushes up inside me, and I spin her and push her down on her back beneath me on the bed. She looks up at me as I grab the hem of her dress and lift it all up so it bunches up beneath her chin. She helps me and pulls it off the rest of the way, leaving nothing but her panties on, which I pull aside, revealing her dripping treasure that drives me crazy.

I’m hard as a rock as I drop my pants to the ground and mount her. I waste no time sliding inside. She gasps and seizes my sides as I go balls deep.

“There we go,” I growl.

“Look at you tonight,” she whispers as I start to thrust. “What’s got you all fired up?”

“You do, baby. You do,” I say as I caress her gorgeous pregnant body. “Can’t you just stay like this forever?”

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