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Athena: I made myself boss, and I’m sticking my tongue out at you. Clubhouse. 1 hour.

Harbor: I’ll be there. And will one of you wonderful, sweet, kind ladies pick me up that new shake from Dairy Queen? Large pretty please.

Cecily: I knew you were gonna ask for something when you called us wonderful, sweet, and kind.

Athena: Oooh! I’ll pick it up because I’ve been wanting to try it! See you in a bit!

Harbor: Thank you, Athena! And yes, Cecily, because I know how to butter you up. *wink emoji*

Cecily: You can butter me up anytime, baby. *wink emoji*

I quietly laughed. Cecily and Athena were so easygoing. We were in no way romantically interested in each other, but the teasing was fun nonetheless. And it really got our men going. I was pretty sure it was one of Elliot’s fantasies, though he had yet to admit to it. And he was never going to get that fantasy fulfilled. None of our husbands were.

I eased off the couch, my big belly making it a lot harder to do than it used to be, and made my way to the bedroom to put on a pair of leggings and a tank top. The weather was warm today, and I could not be fucked to try to get into something cute when I was swollen and hotter than normal.

If someone didn’t like the way I looked, they could look the other damn way. Simple as that.

I tied my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head and swiped some mascara on my lashes. I settled on the bed for a moment, already out of breath, and pulled up my text thread with Elliot, though I wasn’t sure he’d see my message any time soon. I knew they’d been pretty busy the past few weeks, especially since Adler was trying to prepare them for Elliot taking some paternity leave.

Harbor: I’m going out shopping with Cecily and Athena, and we’re going to get pedicures, too.

Elliot: Be careful. Stay hydrated. Rest. I love you.

Harbor: I love you too, and I will. Promise.

Elliot: *kiss emoji*

A soft moan crawled up my throat as familiar, rough palms slid over my belly before sliding down to my hips and then gliding over the globe of my ass. Then, Elliot’s tongue probed between my thighs, and I whimpered.

“Hey, baby,” he rasped before he dove back in. I was lying on my side, and I’d crawled into bed naked after coming back from spending the day out since it was more comfortable to sleep that way. And my man was taking full advantage of it. Just like he always did.

“That feels so good,” I moaned, my eyes sliding shut again.

The sound of his hand sliding over his slick cock had my eyes slitting open again, and I looked down the mattress at him. He was on his knees, one elbow bracing him up, his other hand working his thick cock as he ate me out. My abdominal muscles tightened at the sight. “Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “That’s hot, El.”

“Wish I could slide inside of you right now,” he rasped.

The doctor was worried about us having sex right now, so close to my due date. Our baby boy was already sitting extremely low, and it wouldn’t take much for me to lose my mucous plug. On top of that, my Braxton Hicks contractions were already growing increasingly stronger.

Dr. Lively wanted me to take it as easy as possible, though she hadn’t taken orgasms completely off the table.

“I wish you could, too,” I whimpered. “I miss the feel of you.”

“Fuuuck,” he growled, his tongue working me faster. “I need you to come, Har. Come on my face, baby. Please,” he begged.

His begging sent me tumbling over the edge, and I cried out as I fell apart, my mind blitzing out as pure pleasure slid through my veins, sinking me into the mattress. Elliot groaned my name and spilled into his hand.

Then, like the caveman he was, he slid it over my body, smothering my tits in his cum before smearing it between my legs, making an absolute mess of me.

I didn’t even care.

“I’ll help you out of bed to get another shower in a little bit,” he mumbled, curling up behind me and wrapping his arm beneath my breasts. He brushed his thumb over my nipple, and I shivered. “Did you have a good day?”

I nodded. “It was great,” I told him. I yawned. “So tired though. But I need to eat.”

Elliot hummed and pressed a kiss to the back of my neck just as our little one nudged my belly. Elliot brushed his hand over that spot, making my chest clench. “I’ll order food as soon as we get out of the shower. Sound good? And I’ll have one of the guys bring it out here.”

“They won’t mind?”

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