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“Always,” he assured her. He reached forward and grabbed some raspberries.

Harper let out a hum of pleasure as Lucky hand-fed her, his fingers dipping into her mouth slightly. “Scotty’s been bugging me for his sister’s name.”

Lucky’s chest rumbled with his chuckle. “You too. He tried to bribe me with cookies the other day if I told him.”

“The cookies you bought him?” she inquired.

Lucky offered her another raspberry. “The very same.”

“We told everyone she was a girl, but I still want to keep the name between us. We have less than two months to go.”

“He can be patient like everyone else.” Lucky traced his fingers lightly over imaginary lines on Harper’s bulging belly. He loved feeling his daughter kick at him from the womb. It was the most surreal of feelings. “Sissy did ask me for her initials though. I told her I’d ask you but I don’t have an issue with that.” He pressed a kiss to her temple as he offered her another raspberry. “Sissy knows how to keep a secret.”

“I’m fine with that,” Harper agreed around the raspberry in her mouth. “Salmon roll, please.”

Lucky reached for the roll with his left hand, moving his right down under the water. He picked up her right leg and rested it over his own. Then dipped his hand under her belly to the apex of her thighs. As Harper took the salmon roll into her mouth, her tongue licked around his fingers and she sucked a little harder than necessary.

She tipped her hips forward as Lucky’s long fingers parted the lips of her pussy to find her clit.

CHAPTER 3

All of her salmon rolls consumed, Harper’s head lolled forward. Lucky’s skillful hands were attacking her from two sides, and it was driving her insane. His left hand was at the base of her neck, continuing the massage he’d started in the living room. And his right… Fuck, his right was doing sinful deeds between her legs. She was torn between leaning forward more so he had better access to her neck and shoulders and leaning back to open up her thighs more.

His fingers dug into her muscles, making her bite her lip as her eyes rolled. Gooseflesh rose up on her skin and she knew it wasn’t from the cooling bath water. His fingers were leaving scorch marks wherever he touched. Harper’s breathing sped up as her excitement increased.

Her dilemma as to which direction to face was solved when his hand traveled down from her shoulder to her right breast. Harper felt his chest at her back before she realized he’d tipped her backwards. Her legs fell open as her hips tipped upward. Lucky flicked her nipple, causing a gasp to escape her.

Her pussy throbbed as his fingers continued to circle her clit. The pads of his fingers simultaneously tortured her nipple. Harper’s back arched to push her breast against him harder. Herthighs tried to spread further but were halted by the edges of the tub.

Harper groaned. Why the hell did they purchase such a small tub?

Lucky’s chest rumbled as if he was trying to suppress a laugh. He knew her so well that he likely could guess the cause of her groan. He successfully distracted her from her predicament, though, by increasing his attention on her pussy. Her juices mixed with the bath water. His arm was wedged between the bathtub and her pregnant belly, but that didn’t seem to deter him in the slightest.

He rubbed tight circles around her hardened clit. The water started to slosh around them from her hips moving in tandem with his touches. Harper moaned, the haze of need making it hard to focus. She lifted her arms to encircle his head and neck behind her. Lucky quickly switched his arm from being over her shoulder to under her arm, giving him the reach to her other breast as well.

His fingers moved up and down between the folds of her lips.

“Lucky!” Harper shouted as her pussy started pulsating under his masterful touch.

“That’s it, darlin’,” his voice was low and gruff as he encouraged her. “Come for me. Come on my hand.”

Harper’s body obeyed him without hesitation. She squirmed and writhed as a powerful orgasm tightened her inner walls, as if demanding something inside her.

He did not disappoint. In her haze of endorphins, Harper missed Lucky raising her up in the tub enough to slip his hard cock inside her. She was now sitting on his lap.

“I hope you don’t get pissed about me coming without permission,” he said into her ear. “Because I have no intention of stopping until both of us get ours.”

Harper’s hot,wet walls squeezed Lucky’s cock like a vice. They’d had sex nearly every day since the first time Harper had slept over at his house two years ago. Their longest stretch of abstinence was after Conner had been born, which was entirely understandable and medically necessary. Yet, it amazed him nearly every time just how tight she was.

Her grip on his hair increased as he started to thrust in and out of her deliciously pregnant body. Lucky had never had a pregnancy fetish before—and it did nothing for him to see other women pregnant. ButHarperpregnant? To know that his baby was growing inside her body? It made him possessive and aroused beyond measure.

His lizard brain wanted to keep her pregnant for the rest of their lives, while his wallet tried to tell him how unreasonable that was. His art business made decent money, but not enough to support the Beardsleys. Plus, Harper had already requested that they wait to have another child after their daughter was born for at least a year, preferably two. Lucky could understand that, but there was still a part of him that wanted to argue.

He had to fight to keep from pounding up into her. She was so hot, so needy, and it was so fucking tempting. But she was pregnant, and they were in a bathtub. It was too easy for accidents to happen—and Lucky wasn’t willing to risk her or their baby so he could get his rocks off. No orgasm was worth that risk. Ever.

But he would get her to their bed. And he had no intention of letting her leave it. They had two full days without kids, work, or interruptions. At some point, Lucky was going to have to send a message to Steel and Bulldog that he and Harperwere hibernating for the weekend and to only disturb them if absolutely necessary. Then their phones were going downstairs with their ringers turned off. Lucky would check them periodically, but otherwise they weren’t going to be touched until Sunday evening.

Harper was his. All weekend long. This was just the beginning.

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