Page 87 of Silver Fox's Secret Baby

And it feels fucking amazing.

I start to roll my hips against his, warming with each stroke.

“There you go, good girl.”

I keep his hands up against my lower belly, locking my fingers with his. “I don’t think…I won’t last…” I sigh. “Feels so fucking amazing.”

“That’s alright, baby, you do what you need to do. I want you to feel good.”

I drop my head back as pleasure seeps through my veins. I work my hips faster, breath coming fast and hard. “Fuck, fuck.” I can’t keep from going at top speed, my whole body shaking. “I need–I need–”

Grant pulls me down onto his chest and takes the lead, his hips thrusting upward, pressing his length into me.

I scream into his neck in pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Take every inch, baby.”

I cling to him.

“I feel you. You’re close.”

I can’t speak, the heat in my pelvis growing to an inferno until I can no longer stand it. My body jerks as an orgasm rushes through me. I gasp for air. The euphoria is greater than anything I’ve ever felt. A combination of my sensitivity from pregnancy and my solidified connection with Grant.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, “I…fuck.”

My pussy clenches with pleasure, pushing Grant to come. He releases his full self inside. Not that we need it. He’s already done the trick.

I still feel that rush of danger, the what-if feeling.

Grant kisses me and strokes the back of my head. “Is everything alright?” he asks, trying to maintain balance despite still basking in pleasure. “Are you okay?”

“Never better,” I reply.

Grant grins. “That’s how I like it.”

I roll off him onto the floor, catching my breath. I can feel his eyes on me. And for the first time, it feels a hundred percent right.

“Harley.”

I turn to look at him. “Grant.”

“I love you.”

I beam and giggle. “I love you.”

“But I think I love you more.”

“No, I’m having your baby, I definitely love you more.”

We go back and forth like this as we get ourselves clothed and settled again, ready for the others to return. I may not be wound in his arms, but I just know now that I’m his, it would take a legion of soldiers to get me away.

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GRANT

Islip my arms around Harley, burying my face into her pillow-mussed hair. I can’t get enough of her first thing in the morning. Breathing in her scent, loving her.

“Morning,” she says groggily.

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