Page 39 of Dirty Legend

My heart started to thump harder in my chest as I took her in. Fuck, it had been so long since I'd seen her. If it were possible, she'd gotten even more beautiful. Dark waves flowed over her shoulder, partially blocking my view of her face, but the swell of her chest was on full display between the two open buttons at the top of her shirt.

I willed my quickly inflating cock to behave as I made my way to her office. I tapped my knuckles lightly on the door, and she startled at the sound before she looked up and saw me. Then she burst into tears.

Fuck, I couldn't handle it when she cried. I dropped the bag at my feet and hurried across the room to take her into my arms. I stroked her hair. "Shh, it's just me, you're okay."

She sniffled, and I felt her hot tears soaking into my shirt, but I didn't give a shit. I held her while she cried and pressed my lips to her hair.

"I can't believe you're here. I feel like I fell asleep at my desk." She glances up at me with tears still running down her face.

"Are you saying I'm the man of your dreams, honey?" I flashed her my best cocky grin.

Normally, Amara would roll her eyes and give me shit, but she teared up all over again before nodding. "I've missed you so much it hurts."

"Why didn't you tell me it was that bad?" I tried to force down the sudden burst of anger at myself that I didn't pick up on how much she was suffering. I'd been hurting just as bad, and the fact we'd stayed apart so long seemed stupid now.

"I was trying to stay strong. I knew you couldn't just take off and come up here. But I don't want to be strong any more if it means being away from you." She ran her hand up the back of my neck and pulled my lips down to hers.

When our mouths collided, my heart raced out of control, and electric tension flared between us. The way my body reacted to Amara's touch blew my mind. I'd never felt anything like it. Just a brush of her fingers or the warmth of her lips had my blood singing, and my cock rock hard.

She gripped my shirt in her fist and tilted her head, opening her mouth so I could slide my tongue inside. She moaned as the slow-burning kiss we'd started with quickly turned fiery. I wanted to devour her.

Her stomach growling killed the moment, though, and I pulled back with one last kiss. "Hungry?"

She laughed as she loosened her grip on my shirt. I noticed she didn't fully let me go. "Yeah, I guess I am. I got so busy I forgot to eat."

I scowled. "Does that happen often?"

"What, forgetting to eat?"

I nodded.

"It does happen, but not too often. This little one doesn't handle it very well when I don't eat." She rubbed a barely-there bump that hadn't been there last time I'd seen her. Fuck, my baby really was inside her. The reality crashed into me, and I took a deep breath to keep the emotion from overwhelming me. Little P was the happiest fucking accident ever.

I pried her fist off of my shirt, and she smiled up at me shyly. "Sorry, now that you're here, I really don't want to let go."

I pressed a kiss to her palm. "I know how you feel, mama. I'm not going anywhere except over there to grab the food." I pointed to the bag I'd abandoned just inside her office.

Her eyes lit up. "Ooh, what did you bring?"

I walked over and picked up the bag bringing it to her desk. "Waffles."

She groaned. "Oh, my god. You are the absolutebest."

Laughing, I handed her the bag. "I may be new to this whole pregnancy thing, but I know enough not to get in between a pregnant woman and her cravings."

She stood up and kissed me before digging into the bags.

"So, tomorrow we've got a doctor's appointment, right?"

She nodded. "Yep, three months." She mumbled through a mouth full of food. She was cute when she ate, and the little moans of satisfaction she was making weren't helping my hard on situation.

"Can I stay with you tonight so we can go together?" I didn't plan on staying in a hotel, but I would if she wanted me to.

She swallowed. "Of course. I don't think I could handle it if you stayed in a hotel. Now that you're here, I'm not letting you out of my sight."

Perched on her desk, I had a great view right down her shirt of her gorgeous tits. They'd gotten even better since I'd last seen her. I had to admit pregnancy looked fucking fantastic on Amara. "Honey, do you usually wear your buttons undone like this?" I reached over and ran my fingertips down into her shirt and along the top swell of her breasts.

She shivered, and I smirked. She was so responsive to my touch.

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