Page 6 of Hot Life

“Sure, that’s fine.”

I elbowed him hard. “Are we not doing that?” he asked innocently, rubbing his side with a smirk.

“I don’t want to know,” I grumbled. “And that stupid calendar on the fridge with all of my appointments dated in pink and blue hearts is stupid.”

“Oh, well…okay, then we won’t find out. And I’ll burn the calendar. Better?”

Bless him. My sister sighed. “You’re halfway helpful at least. Look, Caroline is cooking a big dinner tonight. Let’s invite Mom and Dad and tell them.”

“Why do you care so much? I didn’t pressure you half this bad about your running off and getting married.”

My sister stood, gathering our bowls to the sink. “Dolly, this isn’t all about you anymore. There’s a baby involved, and a lot of people care and want to be involved. Stop being so selfish.”

Caroline and Des exchanged a quick glance that conveyed in a moment who would be handling the emotions in the room. My sister’s wife passed me an empathetic look and put an arm around her. “Let’s go for a walk with the dogs, love.”

My sister reluctantly agreed and stomped out of the room. Des simply patted his knee, like he always did, and I stood and snuggled into my well-worn position in his arms. Burying my face in the crook of his neck, I inhaled him, his aroma calming me. “She shouldn’t have said that,” Des said lowly after a moment.

“She’s right. She’s being a jerk about it, but she’s right. I haven’t done anything to prepare. I haven’t bought one thing for the baby, we have no nursery set up yet, and I’m calling it Krill, for god’s sake.”

Des rubbed my hair softly. “There’s still plenty of time for all that, Queen. I don’t know a lot about babies but I’m pretty sure they don’t come out demanding fine clothing and furnished rooms. We’ve got a lot of love to go around. That’s what’s important.”

I blew out a breath, not wanting to think about it anymore. “You’re dirty.”

“Want to help me clean off?” His hand scooped under me and grabbed at my ass. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“What do I get if I agree?” I teased. He was totally getting me into the shower with him regardless.

“Aside from the multiple orgasms that are guaranteed from a romp with Desmond Gregory? Ah, I’ll take you out. Let’s go somewhere air conditioned. How about that?”

My returning smile was agreement enough. I giggled like an idiot as Des stood, swooping me up with him, and we walked to our wing of our massive home. Luckily Odie and Caroline lived on the opposite side so they couldn’t hear any of our…activities. Cedric, Des, and I shared a room with a massive, custom-made double-king-sized bed. Our adjoining bathroom was just as enormous. Our walk-in shower took up over two-thirds of the room and was more like a fancy locker room than a normal bathroom, but of course, Cedric had remodeled it to be that way.

As I shimmied out of my skirt, Des sat on a teakwood bench and took off his prosthetic leg. After pulling off my shirt, I folded out the sections of his in-shower mobility aids. One fold-out option was for him to rest his knee on while standing. The second was a built-in teakwood slanting bench that he could stand and lean against. Both were built to his exact, towering height. Desmond had explained that some amputees preferred sitting, while he preferred standing in the shower. Some people preferred a shower-specific prosthetic, while most preferred to shower without.

My heart warmed at how Cedric had prioritized outfitting the entire home to be accessible, from the grab bars subtly built into the décor of every restroom to the elevator he’d paid extra for an expedited installation. All without drawing a fuss or making a big deal of it. Desmond’s mobility was excellent, but I saw how weary he’d get some days after a long shoot or hike. I wondered why all homes and places in the world weren’t built with accessibility in mind. With the extra weight I was beginning to carry in my pregnancy, I found myself becoming more and more thankful for the elevator and grab bars too.

Des flipped on the water and spun me around. He pulled me to his hard chest and reached a hand around, cupping my breast. I sighed and leaned my head back, resting on his shoulder. His thumbs rounded my nipples while the warm water from the shower pelted us. Once I was adequately wet in all areas, he trailed a firm hand over my protruding belly and under, dipping into my wet and wanting center. A breathy gasp left my lips as I leaned back, opening my knees and giving him better access. He growled lightly in my ear. “That’s a good girl. Always so wet for Daddy Des.”

My breath hitched and my skin tingled as he tapped steady pressure on my clit. Daddy Des suited him. My orgasm rippled through me, soft and thrumming in time with the movements of his fingers. Before I’d even come down off the high of it, I flipped around and dropped to my knees. Looking up at my wet and muscular man made my mouth water. He fisted my drenched hair as his lips parted. “You look good on your knees, Queen.”

I gave him a playful lick. “You feel good coming in my mouth, Daddy Des.”

His throat vibrated a rough sound as he shoved my wanting mouth forward. He took control of me, thrusting as I sucked and licked. I gazed up at him, his breathing ragged, and gave a little nod. On cue, he thrust harder, hitting the back of my throat. I gave him what he always wanted and gagged with a little whimper. “Fuck,” he moaned, his grip tightening on my hair as he picked up a more erratic pace. I moaned with my mouth full of him, feeling him strain and still against my throat before his final cry of bliss. His hot release poured into me as I held his naked hips firm. “Goddamn, Queen. You’ve got to let me take a photo of you like this sometime.” He took my elbows and gently helped me stand.

“You want blowjob photos now? You’re such a freak,” I teased, wrapping my arms around him and hugging him close.

He snorted. “For you I am. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” He sweetly grazed a finger over my belly. “Or our baby.”

My chest tightened. Oh yeah, the baby. Was I supposed to keep forgetting I was pregnant? I shook the disconcerting feeling off and instead focused on lathering a loofa with soap and washing down my man. His Greek god statuesque body shined like porcelain under the moisture and steam. And then I wanted him again…and his erection sprung to life again.

We took very long showers nowadays.

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Three hours later, I found myself standing, immersed in the blue, fluttering light I loved so much. Before we ventured too far, I shot off a text message to my sister, agreeing to having our parents over for dinner that night. I was dick-drunk and relaxed so I figured may as well get it over with. A pang of guilt stabbed my cold dead heart at the pure look of glee on Desmond’s face when he looked over my shoulder to see my text. He wanted the world to know he was having a baby. I didn’t even want to tell my mom and dad. You’re inadequate.

“Hey, what’s that sad face all about?” Des asked, taking my hand as we made our way deeper into the aquarium.

I pasted on a fake smile that I knew wouldn’t work on him and lied. “Nothing. They moved the seahorse exhibit, that’s all.”

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