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She rolls her eyes at me as she huddles with the napkins in front of her. “I mean I looked at their names, but… I don’t know.”

“Cass—”

“Channing,” she says, firing back. “Look, I’ll ask to see another doctor within the practice if that would make you feel better.”

What would make me feel better is if she didn’t go there at all. But l have to trust that Cassidy is going to do what’s best.

“Fine,” I say, my mood souring a little. “But I want to be present at every visit. Whether it’s FaceTime or in person.”

“Understood.”

Our server brings our food, and we eat in comfortable silence. My mind considers ways to make her permanently mine. I know marriage might be a little too shotgun-ish, but I think I’ve always known Cassidy as the one for me. Now I just have to make her see it.

……

We’re back on the road for a short two-game road trip, before having a four-game stand at home. Cassidy has finally come around to the idea of making my house her home. Our house. Having her in my bed every night has been like a dream and now that I’m away from her, I feel myself getting restless. She usually travels with us but being that she has now started prenatal visits twice a week, she has opted to stay back. Which is why, when I get the key to my hotel room, I rush up there and pull up her FaceTime.

I watch as the white circle turns saying it’s connecting. Her face fills the screen, and I can’t stop the large smile that takes over my face. “Hi,” I say, instantly making my way to sit on the edge of one of the beds.

“Hi,” she says, with a smile just as big as mine. “How was the flight to Toronto?”

“Short. Would have been a whole lot better knowing you’d be here with me,” I say, loosening the tie around my neck.

She rolls her eyes as she shifts on the couch. “I’m pretty sure you’ll live. So, tell me, did Tremblay arrive yet?”

“Not yet, but I’m sure I’ll be the first to hear all about it when he does,” I say, pulling my dress shirt from my pants. “So, what are you wearing?” She chuckles.

She shifts the phone to show her body, and I bite my bottom lip as I take her in. She’s wearing one of my t-shirts and though her bump has popped even more, the shirt still swallows her whole. She was hot before when she would wear my t-shirts but dam, wearing my t-shirts and pregnant just makes it ten times hotter.

“Did that answer your question?” she says, with a mischievous grin.

I grunt as I shift my cock into a more comfortable position. “Now I’m going to have to take a cold shower thanks to the visual you just provided me.”

“Good.”

“So, what are your plans for the week?” I say, putting the phone down so I can strip out of my suit.

She doesn’t respond to my question, and when I look at the phone, thinking she hung up, I see her tongue run along her bottom lip. She’s turned on clearly by my little strip tease at the moment, and all I can think of now is thank fuck I scored my own room this trip, or what I’m about to do next would certainly earn me the title of worst roommate ever.

“Cassidy,” I say, my voice filled with amusement.

“Huh—” she says, shaking her head before looking at me.

“Take your shirt off.”

Her breath hitches as her hands move to the hem of my shirt, lifting it slowly over her head, her full, bare breasts now brightly on display. She sits in front of the phone in a pair of dark-teal lace panties. “Now what?’ she says, her voice filling with lust as she moves her hands slowly down the center of her breasts, gently caressing her swollen belly.

I pop the button on my pants before pulling them down my legs, my boxers quickly to follow. “Take off your panties,” I say, as I grip the base of my cock, stroking it slowly. “Slowly.”

She glides the lace fabric down her silky legs, tossing them to the side as she angles her slick entrance toward the camera of the phone.

“Fuck,” I say, as I slowly stroke my cock. My hand works the shaft from tip to bottom as I instruct her what to do next. “Message your clit, then insert a finger in your tight pussy.”

She does as I instruct, her head falling back as her back arches from the sensation. God, I wish I were there, bringing her this pleasure. Her nipples harden as she brings her other hand to her breast. Message it before pulling at the tight bud.

“Channing,” she moans as she continues to work herself over.

My hand moves faster up and down the shaft. I’m so close to coming, it’s right there and by the way her moans are, she is too. We’re both about to fall over the edge when the door to my hotel room beeps and opens.

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