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Cupping me behind the knee, he hiked my leg up to my chest, changing the angle. My eyes rolled back in my head as he added friction against my prostate, and the pitch of my cries became frantic. “Emerson, Em, fuck!” I began violently quivering. I couldn’t hold on any longer.

Just as my balls drew up with the first hint of my climax, he jacked his hips even harder. One, two, three hard thrusts—and I threw my head back, shouting, as my cum unspooled in an arc across my abdomen. My entire body felt electrified.

Above me, Emerson shuddered then stilled, crying out before pulsing deep inside me as he painted my insides with his seed. It wasn’t until after his knot had slid into my entrance, expanding and filling every spare inch of space, that I finally began to emerge from the haze of orgasmic bliss. The room came into focus, and we both realized at the same time how hard he was gripping me. He pried his fingers from the flesh of my hip, the other tangled in my hair.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, Ro. I didn’t mean to be so rough.” His face crumpled, guilt and regret taking the place of his pleasure, but I quickly grabbed his face and forced him to look at me.

I could just imagine what I must look like, with my hair sticking up at all angles, my face flushed, feeling sleepy and sated. “Do I look like I’m feeling any pain?”

“Well… no,” he admitted. “But—”

“Nope. No buts.” I leaned up to kiss him slowly, sweetly. Before my thoughts veered straight over to the naughty side. “You know, I used to have all kinds of fantasies about you,” I admitted.

“Oh?” he asked, intrigued. “You… fantasized about me?”

“Mm-hm. You were always a little rough,” I admitted with a cheeky smile.

He tugged a little on his knot, and I swore he was already hardening again for round two. “Tell me what else I did in these fantasies…”

20

Emerson

I didn’t feel any different when I opened my eyes the next morning, but then I took in the rumpled blankets and the indent in the pillow next to mine, and my world shifted on its axis. Full-on flipped. I was an entirely new man. I was married. And when I crawled out of bed on the hunt for my husband, I found him standing in front of the stove wearing nothing but his birthday suit. I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve this, but I was sure I still owed the universe big time.

“Now, that is a beautiful sight first thing in the morning,” I said with a satisfied sigh, leaning up against the counter so I could take a good gander at those bare cheeks.

Roland laughed, filling my apartment with the musical sound. My home would never be the same again. Hell, this place wasn’t even a home until he’d walked in that door; it was just a collection of rooms I’d barely lived in.

“I’m making you eggs,” he said, “mainly because it’s the only food you had in the fridge, but also, you definitely need to stock up on calories after that workout you got last night.” He looked up at me through his thick lashes, and my stomach filled with those cliché butterflies.

“Gods, I love you,” I blurted, a little off topic—but also, it would always be the topic.

Roland’s face went all soft and lovey-dovey, and I had a feeling he was about to show me exactly how he felt. But I caught a flutter of movement out of the corner of my eye, and I jumped into action. “Roach!” I shouted, searching for something to squash it with. “Don’t move, I’ll get it.”

“Oh, that’s just Jerry,” Roland said calmly.

“Wha—” I paused, wooden spoon suspended in mid swat.

He squinted. “Oh, my bad. I think that’s Wilma.”

“You’ve… named the roaches?” I asked in wonder.

He shrugged like it was no big deal. “I mean, we’re sharing this space with them, aren’t we? And long after we move out, they’ll still be here. Showing a little respect never killed anyone.” He scooted the roach away in case I didn’t agree with him, but I couldn’t very well squish the thing now, could I? I put my makeshift weapon back in the drawer.

This man… I didn’t deserve him, but I would do everything I could to earn him.

I came up behind him, pressing kisses up his neck as he plated the scrambled eggs. “Do you have any plans for today?” he asked, wiggling his backside into my lap.

“Nope. For the first time in months, I’m taking a day off. I think I’ve earned it. What about you? Any plans?” I nibbled down his neck, teasing my erection against his ass.

“I have a doctor’s appointment to check on the baby,” he said, then paused. “Would you like to come?” he asked shyly. Did he really think I would say no?

“What time is your appointment?” I asked, skating my fingers up his bare thighs and over his hips.

“Not until two.” He shivered at the gentle tease, goosebumps rising.

“Well, then I guess we have some time to kill…” I spun him around and grabbed him under the ass to boost him onto the counter, then I nudged his knees apart so I could nestle myself between them. He was soft in all the right places, hard where it counted the most, his erection bobbing against his stomach. And knowing that he was pregnant with my child, that his body was going to change each day, and I would get to witness it firsthand, it felt like a godsdamn privilege.

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