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Mine.
My hands graze down her spandex clad body. Over her small baby bump, around to her ass. I can’t get enough, and yet it’s somehow too much.
I break away, breathing heavily. The sound of our mingled inhales and exhales fills the room. I take in the look on her face, smiling when I see that her dazed expression matches exactly how I’m feeling.
My forehead meets hers. “Dance with me, Thea.”
By no means am I a dancer—or have any idea what I’m doing—but I do have a sense of rhythm, so Ispin her out and back in again to an invisible beat. We sway as her hips roll into mine. She groans when she feels exactly what she does to me, and that sound makes something in me snap.
I lift her up into my arms and press her against the nearby wall. She gasps, and I take that as my opportunity to get another taste. I grind into her sweet warmth, careful not to squish her too much.
“Jules…” Her head rolls to the side, and I kiss my way down her neck.
Thea.My Thea.
She looks so pretty when she’s surrendering to me.
“I want you,” she moans. “Please.”
“You have me.” The truest words I’ve ever spoken.
I turn around and sit down on the hardwood, guiding her to straddle my lap. Thea grinds down on my already rock-hard cock.
She undoes me.
We’re frantically nipping, licking, kissing—I don’t want it to stop. But it has to. “Thea, wait.”
“Mmm, no thank you,” she responds.
Gently, I pull her away. She opens her eyes, and I see they are full of confusion.
“I gotta say”—she grinds down again—“you’re really sending mixed messages here.”
Her face tilts down, doubt creeping into her expression. My thumb comes under her chin, urging her to look at me. “This is… this is more than one time for me, always has been.”
Our chests rise and fall, meeting each other and then pulling away, as she contemplates what I’m saying.
“I’m scared, Jules. It feels easier to hold you at arms length,” she admits on a hushed exhale.
The fact that she’s admitting that makes me feel hopeful.
“I know, it is scary. But, look at me.” I wait until she does. “It’s us.” My hand travels down to the swell of her stomach. “Look at what we’ve already created.”
“What if I fuck it up?”
“Impossible.”
Her snort is derisive. “I’m serious. I couldn’t even do a good job of telling Chloe about this.” She gestures downward.
“Does Chloe feel loved?” I ask.
Thea looks away and shrugs.
“Let me rephrase—Chloe feels so loved.” I squeeze her hips in emphasis. “She trusts you to love her and keep her safe. That’s why she didn’t have questions. I’m sure some will come up, and she’ll feel comfortable asking you when they do. But for now, she looks at her beautiful mom and trusts that you will always do what’s best for her.”
When she falls forward into my chest, I catch her. My arms work soothingly up and down her back. “Try this with me? Giveusa chance.”
Ever so slightly, she nods and mumbles something into my chest.
