Page 144 of The Baby Twist
“Okay?” Her brows furrowed. “Care to elaborate?”
“You showing up at my office unannounced was a surprise. You should have called me first.”
She bit into her pizza as she stared at me from across the table.
“So I surprised you at the office, and you didn’t like it?”
“Yes.”
“My intention wasn’t to surprise you. I just wanted to see where you worked.”
“You didn’t call. You didn’t text. You just showed up unannounced and caught me off guard. Next time, if you feel the need to come to the office, let me know before you just show up.”
Her eyes steadily narrowed. “Okay then. No more surprises. But let me ask you this. What is your problem with surprises?”
Stella
I already knew what his problem was, but I wanted to hear him say it.
“I just don’t like them,” he said, plating his salad.
“It’s because you fear losing control, right?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Stella.”
“Well, I guess I’m not surprised because surprises are for mentally stable people.”
“Excuse me?” His brow arched.
“Unexpected situations, such as surprises, cause you stress because you need to be in control of every situation at all times. If you know what to expect, your brain can keep you out of harm’s way. But a surprise takes your anxiety to a whole other level.”
“Wow. Are you seriously shrinking me right now? And I don’t have anxiety.” He pointed at me with a stern look.
“I’m just explaining to you why you don’t like surprises, just in case you wanted to know.”
“You basically said I was mentally unstable.” His eyes narrowed.
“I did, didn’t I? I’m sorry. What I meant to say was that you’re sensory sensitive.”
“Okay. Enough.” He stood up from his chair and took his plate to the sink. He turned and looked at me. “You will never shrink me again, understand?”
“Okay. I won’t shrink you again. But if the occasion?—”
“Stella, enough.” He cut me off.
I pursed my lips and made the zipping motion. He walked over, grabbed my hand, and stood me up from my chair, his face mere inches from mine.
“I don’t like you shrinking me.” His lips softly brushed against mine. “But I do like you in my bed.” He had me in his arms in one swoop, carrying me to his bedroom.
Our night of passion overtook me like it always did. He thrust in and out of me slowly, his lips softly caressing mine before moving down to my breasts. His mouth wrapped around my hardened peaks, which intensified the pleasurable bliss I was already lost in. He hit all the right spots, and my second orgasm of the evening erupted. Hard moans escaped me as my body shook.
“God, Stella. The things you do to me,” he moaned, halting and exploding inside me.
His body dropped on mine, and my arms wrapped tightly around him. It took a while for our breathing to return to normal. For a few moments, I forgot I was pregnant. This was supposed to be one of the happiest times of my life, but it was one I feared the most.
He rolled off me. His gaze caught my attention.
“That was incredible.” The corners of his mouth curved up.
