Page 41 of Kodiak

“You have a new story?” he questions, getting out of bed and walking over to his desk, which I’ve kind of taken over, to lean in and kiss my cheek. “Let me get you some ginger ale.”

“Thanks,” I murmur, not lifting my head.

I had a six-book series come to mind so right now; I’m jotting down the relevant notes I need. I’m a hybrid author of sorts; I do a general outline with names and various scenarios, then when I’m writing the actual story, I go by the seat of my pants. So far, it’s worked for me.

“My woman has a dirty mind,” he whispers, setting the cold bottle down next to my hand. He’s apparently reading over my shoulder which has me blushing. “Have you ever tried that?” he asks.

I snicker while shaking my head. “Nope,” I reply, popping my p. Demi hates when I do it and I’m almost sure that eventually, Marcum will as well, but it’s a habit I can’t seem to break.

“Do you want to?” His seductive murmur against the shell of my ear has me leaning against him, desire now coursing through me.

I’m not going to complain, however, because outside of the constant nausea and vomiting which makes me have all-day sickness instead of morning sickness only, I’m enjoying the perks of being pregnant.

“Whatcha thinking about, Luna?” Marcum asks, bringing me out of the memory.

“Last week when we tried that scenario from my book,” I breathlessly answer.

“Speaking of, you promised to show me more so we could test them out,” he reminds me. “We need to make sure all of those positions you mention are doable.”

“They are,” I swear.

“How do you know? Have you tried them?” he asks, his voice now hot with jealousy.

“Not with a live person, no,” I respond. “But I did make sure my body could hold the positions I wrote about instead of being twisted like a pretzel.”

“When you’re feeling better, I want to try out the one where you’re bent over touching your toes,” he admits.

“That would require a lot of trust. I’d need your promise that you won’t drop me,” I taunt, knowing damn good and well that he’s strong enough to hold me upright while he pounds into me from behind.

“I’ll never drop you, Luna mine. And you trust me, don’t you?”

“With my life,” I affirm. “Otherwise, the other night wouldn’t have happened.”

“That is one of the best memories I have,” he confides. “It’s good to know you’re so… bendable.”

“Jerk,” I say, laughing as I smack the back of my hand against the hard, muscular flesh of his abdomen.

“Seriously, woman, I don’t know how you did that.”

I think back on the pose he’s referencing and if we’re being completely honest, I don’t know how I did it either. He had my back flush to the wall, my leg tossed over his shoulder as he pounded inside of me. I was on my tip toes on the opposite leg so that I could meet his height. I ended up with a charley horse in my calf for most of the evening, it cramped up in waves and when it’d show up, Marcum would grab some oil and rub it out.

“What can I say? You’re very helpful when it comes to my research,” I tease. “Plus, with this pregnancy, my hormones are all over the place.”

“Feel free to use me any time, Moon,” he replies.

“That’s good to know. I’ll keep it in mind,” I say as he washes the suds out of my hair and off of my skin.

“Feel better, my Luna?”

“So much better,” I answer, as he turns us around so he can wash himself.

“Do you think you could stomach some breakfast? At least a protein shake?”

“I can try. But the second my stomach starts coiling, I’m done, Marcum.”

“I’d like to get some nutrients in you, I don’t like the dark circles under your eyes. I’m halfway tempted to take you to the emergency room, woman.”

“No. I don’t want to sit up there for endless hours. Please don’t make me go, Marcum.”

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