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Of course I do.

I want to feel her from the inside. I want to touch her. I want to make her scream and writhe beneath me. I want her to ache for me. To burn for me the way I burn for her. But more than that, I want to make her remember how good we can be.

It was never about us not wanting each other.

It was being unable to choose each other.

This time is different.

She’s it. She’s everything. She always has been.

My obsession.

My wife.

My fucking wife.

Fuck. I groan and stroke my cock faster.Harder. Until I’m remembering Lennon beneath me. Above me. Her gorgeous legs wrapped around me. Her tits bouncing with each thrust of my cock. Her scream filling my room.

Her cum on my cock.

Her taste on my tongue.

Her face is the only thing I see when I finally come, groaning her name into the cascading water.

* * *

Lennon

Iroll over as the bathroom door opens, and Maddox walks into his bedroom. Bare-chested with black pajama pants hanging from his lean hips. Every dip and valley of his strong body is beautifully displayed. His chest. His abs. His ridiculous muscles pointing down to the most delicious V. He’s every inch my dark prince.

But he’s not mine. My heart can’t risk it. Not when I’m losing so much already.

My future.

My family.

My country.

My birthright.

Complicating this... us... I can’t go there.

“Hey... you awake?” he murmurs and drops down on the edge of the bed. His hand runs over my hair and tucks a lock behind my ear. “How are you feeling?”

“Fat,” I whisper on a quiet sob. “I popped.”

He looks at me, confused. “What?”

“The girls called itpopping. I popped.” I push the blanket down and tug my t-shirt up, showing him the belly I seemed to have developed overnight, and Maddox’s eyes grow wide.

“There’s a baby in there,” he whispers, then holds his hands up as if to ask for permission.

I nod silently, and he rests both hands on either side of my slightly rounded stomach.

“Fuck, Lennon... We’re going to be parents.”

I can’t help my laugh. “Yeah, I guess we are. I tried to buy baby furniture today, but I couldn’t do it. Maybe you could come with me next time? Maybe we could go after our next doctor’s appointment next week?” I ask, scared he’s going to say no.

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