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“I am.” I adjust my painful erection, prolonging the moment. Letting her stare. Poor thing. She can’t help it. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Don’t wait up for me tonight.”
Her middle finger and haunted gaze are the last things I see before I pretend to head off to work.
Once I’m out of her sight, I open the camera app. I see her on the screen of my phone.
Harper’s walked over to her kitchen, murmuringI can’t be into thiswhile she starts her breakfast.
The perfect opportunity for me to slip back into my house. From there, I manage to climb onto her terrace from mine.
While she’s downstairs, I come face to face with her pills.
My nemesis. My fucking downfall.
As I swap between them and the mints in my bag, I imagine Harper a few months from now.
Stomach stretched. Swollen. Filled with our child.
Her hand stroking it. Mine covering hers.
Our first ultrasound.
Her morning sickness and how she’d turn to me for help.
Her heart will be mine.
I’m so hard I can hardly breathe.
Can hardly think straight.
I can’t show up to work like this. In less than a second, my cock is out of my scrubs, heavy and throbbing in my palm.
Harper’s on the phone, pacing around the house, oblivious to the fact that I’m jerking off to images of her pregnant.
I’m about to come. Any second now.
The smart thing to do would be to aim for the sink, the shower, my stomach.
Her body lotion jar. That’s where I’m going to come.
I twist the lid off while I stroke myself, hips pumping slow and steady like I’m already buried in her.
Thoughts of Harper round and pregnant slip into something filthier. Of her rubbing this cream into her skin. Her cream with my seed in it.
Fuck.Fuck.
I growl as I finish, spilling my cum into the jar. Hot, claiming. Then I stir it in with two fingers, watching it disappear into the lotion.
Perfect.
Today and every time she moisturizes, she’ll be rubbing me into her skin.
That way, she’ll carry me everywhere.
Always.
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