Page 105 of Dirty Little Mistake

The corner of his mouth lifted in that secretive smile I knew so well. "No, it's better."

"Better?" I sat back on my heels, studying his face for clues. "The only thing better than a vacation would be…" I paused, thinking about what I wanted most in the world. "Jax and Kaia."

"They are downstairs."

"Oh my god!" The words burst out of me as I scrambled off his lap, nearly tangling myself in the sheets. A year. It had been a whole year since I'd seen Kaia. Video calls and text messages had filled the space between us, but they were poor substitutes for the real thing.

Trystan's low chuckle stopped me at the doorway. "Babe?"

"Hmm?" My hand was already on the doorknob, mind racing ahead to the reunion downstairs.

"You're naked."

The cool air against my skin suddenly registered. I looked down at my very naked self, heat flooding my cheeks. "Right." I pivoted on my heel, making a beeline for the walk-in closet. Hangers clicked against each other as I pushed past designer outfits I'd never worn—remnants of a life I was still learning to inhabit.

"When did they get here?" I shouted from inside the closet.

"They arrived early this morning." I looked up when his voice sounded closer than it should have, and my lips parted as my gaze scanned over my husband in his birthday suit.

Three years of marriage hadn't dulled the effect he had on me. My breath caught as my gaze traced the familiar lines of his lean, chiseled chest and tattoos, following them down to his long thick cock standing at attention. My eyes widened as they lifted to meet his. The hungry look in his eyes made heat pool low in my belly.

"What?" He shrugged. " You didn't think you were going to run around naked and not get his attention, did you?"

I bit my lip, trying to steady my breathing as desire coursed through me. His presence filled the closet, surrounding me withhis heat. My skin tingled everywhere his gaze touched, and I shifted, pressing my thighs together as the ache between them intensified.

For the last year, intimacy had become a carefully choreographed dance of ovulation tests, treatments, medication, and perfect timing. Each touch weighted with expectation, each kiss carrying the silent prayer of 'maybe this time.' When we stopped trying six months ago, after our fourth IVF failure, something shifted. The pressure lifted, but left a hollow space neither of us knew how to fill. Now, our touches were lighter and freer, but even without the pressure, I still couldn't stop thinking about it. About what would happen if we couldn't have the big family I'd always wanted.

He stepped into the closet, his gaze fixed on me, and I dropped the clothes I had in my hands.

"Kaia and Jax can wait a few more minutes."

The corner of his lips lifted into a grin.

"I mean, what kind of wife would I be, leaving my husband in this," my gaze dropped to his massive cock before slowly lifting to meet his eyes, "condition?"

He moved closer, deliberately slow, and my heart stumbled in my chest just like it had that first night. His calloused fingers brushed my cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, and I leaned into his touch, craving more.

"You are so fucking beautiful." His hot breath fanned across my lips as his hands cupped my face, and my eyes fluttered and closed as he pressed his lips to mine. Our naked bodies fused together as his arms surrounded me.

His kiss grew hungrier, and I pressed closer, desperate to eliminate any space between us. When my fingers trailed down his abs, his muscles tensed under my touch until my fingers wrapped around his cock, feeling it pulse in my palm as I started to stroke him. He caught my wrist with a groan that vibratedthrough his chest and into mine. The restraint in his grip only made me want him more.

My brows furrowed. "What's wrong?"

"As badly as I want to fuck you right now," he smiled, "I want to take my time." He held my hands in his. "No more quickies."

My lips curved up into a grin. "Okay." That was a deal I was happy to make.

"But," he paused as he brought my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to each of my knuckles, "I was thinking you should go ahead and take a pregnancy test this morning."

My brows slammed together, and I tugged my hand from his. "What?" I shook my head as I took a step back. "Trystan, we agreed we weren't trying anymore."

He raised his shoulders, and his gaze followed me as I moved to grab my clothes off the floor. "I know, but you’re late and…"

"And, nothing." I stepped into my panties and pulled them on. "I've been late a lot since we started trying and that test is always negative."

He sucked in a heavy breath holding it for a moment before slowly exhaling as I slid on a blue tank top and a pair of cutoff jean shorts. "I know, but what if this time it's positive."

My gaze dropped to the ground. Trystan knew how important it was to me to have a big family but getting my hopes up and holding my breath as I watched another negative result wasn't something I could handle today.

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