Page 34 of Ex's Accidental Baby

I reach out and grab her wrist, pulling her back.

She stumbles backward into my lap, squealing.

“You can’t answer the door like that,” I growl in her ear.

She snorts. “I was going to put on a robe, silly.”

I huff against her throat, kissing her there.

She tilts her head back and moans softly, and my dick springs to attention.

“No one gets to see that body but me.”

She looks at me, still smiling, and rolls her eyes. “I guess you’re still the jealous type.”

“About you, yes.”

I’ve never been particularly possessive or jealous about any other woman, but Meredith? It makes me want to scream when I think about who she might have bedded in the years we were apart. I want all of their names. And addresses.

She kisses my nose and stands up, grabbing a robe from the bathroom and cinching it before she opens the door.

The bellhop still blushes at her state of undress, pushing in the cart.

Meredith thanks him and takes my wallet off the nightstand, sliding him a twenty-dollar bill. He grins, and she smiles back, and jealousy rushes through me once again.

He’s just a bellhop. It’s just a tip, a normal social interaction, but I don’t want her smiles to be for anyone but me. I know it’s a ridiculous caveman way to think, but I’ve never claimed to be evolved.

She pushes the cart over to the bed as the bellhop makes his exit, and I sit up, the sheets tangled around my legs, reaching for bacon.

She slaps my hand. “You’re allergic to pork.”

I pout. “Just mildly.”

“It’ll give you a rash and then you’ll have a bad weekend.”

I groan. “All right, fair enough. Can I have eggs, princess?”

She laughs. “You may.”

I roll my eyes at how much she’s enjoying this and fill my plastic fork with eggs and snag a piece of toast.

Meredith is more than happy to chow down on the pork, and I narrow my eyes at her playfully.

“You’re really rubbing it in.”

She grins with her mouth full and keeps eating.

I can’t help the soft smile on my face as I watch her. It’s been so long since I’ve seen Meredith happy like this. The last time I’d seen her before we reconnected... the tears running down her face, her wet, blue eyes...

She frowns, chewing and swallowing. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Just beauty.” I smirk, and she snorts.

“That’s a terrible line.”

“Did it work?”

“I’m half-naked in your bed, aren’t I? You don’t have to give me cheesy lines at this point. You’ve already gotten into my panties.”

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