Page 93 of Black Flag

Picking up the midnightblue nighty, he asked, “Do I get to see this tonight?”

Holding it up, hissmirk appeared over the top peering at me with excitement.

“If you’re good,”

“Mmm...” he came to stand behind me. When hiserection pressed against my ass, all my will power almost caved. “How about Isee it now,” he growled in my ear, his tongue darted out kissing my neck. “Ican’t wait. I don’t like waiting for anything.”

“Ain’tthat the fucking truth,” I turned and slapped at himtrying to get away but giggling. He picked me up, my legs instantly wrappedaround his waist.

“Looks likethisis going to be getting in the way more and more...” A lopsided grin formed as he looked down at my bellyrubbing against his.

“Sorry.” I mumbleddropping my legs from around his waist. “My pants are getting tight too.”

“I think it’sadorable.” He replied kissing my forehead. “You look sexy.”

I rose up on my tippytoes to kiss his lips until a knock at our hotel door interrupted us. “Getdressed bitches. It’s time to PARTY!” Spencer yelled from the other side of thedoor.

Jameson smiled.“Later?”

I kissed him once more.“Later.”

We got dressed. Jamesonwas wearing dark jeans and a black Simplex Racing shirt pared with his whitePuma shoes I loved. I decided to wear another one of my little summer dresseshe loved because it was the only article of clothing that was comfortableanymore. I chose a black and white one to match Jameson with my white flip-flopsandals.

Emma would be proud,aside from the flip-flops.

As I expected, when Iwalked out of the hotel room of the Bellagio Hotel, Emma was smiling widelyappraising my outfit.

“When did you getthat?” she asked feeling the soft material.

“Last week sometime,”

“I’m impressed.”

“Thank you.” I smiledwalking toward the hotel elevators. Jameson and Spencer hung back talking withVan.

When we reached therestaurant in the lobby, Alley was already drinking. Against Spencer’s wishes,Lane flew back to Washington with Andrea and the Lucifer twins. Charlie andJimi were taking shots and Nancy, with wide eyes, was lighting some drink onfire. It was apparent it’d been a while since everyone had relaxed. And afterRichmond, it was needed. One good thing, old Casten wasbackhome. Imagine if he were here too?

Unfortunately, it wassupposed to be my birthday party and I couldn’t drink.

Damn you little baby.

I rubbed my tiny babybulge. “Don’t worry—mommy still loves you.”

“Who are you talkingto?” Jameson asked placing his hands on my waist standing by the table at theOlives restaurant inside The Bellagio.

“The baby,” I leanedback into his chest.

“Mmmm,”he craned his head forward kissing my bare shoulder; his lips lingered there ashe spoke. “How’s daddy’s little racer doing?” his hands moved forward cradlingmy stomach.

“Good...I do miss drinking though.” I stuck mybottom lip out. “It’s my birthday party and I can’t even drink.”

I turned in his arms tolook up at him; his green eyes sparkled.

“Sorry, honey.” Hissmirk returned. “We could go have sex, would that make you feel better?”

“Umm...actually, it would.”

Jameson chuckledglancing around at the table.

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