Page 31 of With A Little Luck
I whimper, following his lips as he pulls back.
The smirk on his face makes me ache to drag him upstairs to my bed.
“You need rest. After a long day of serving, you shouldn’t be on your feet,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against mine. “Do you have a TV in your bedroom?”
I nod frantically.
“How do you feel about cuddling up in bed and watching a movie with me?” he asks, pecking a final kiss on my lips.
There are many things I’d like to do in my bed with Hart, but I guess cuddling is a good start.
“Yeah, let’s do it.”
Chapter Ten
Hartley
Now that I’ve had a taste of Quincy, I don’t see how I’m supposed to pretend to be a gentleman. Those soft little moans and groans she let out as I fucked my tongue into her mouth will be my undoing.
There’s nothing to be done about my cock. I’ve been hard as a rock since her plush lips met mine. I keep my pelvis a respectable distance from Quincy’s ass as I lie behind her on her bed to hide my hard-on, and it’s awkward, considering I’d much rather be plastered to her backside.
I have to hold my head with one palm just to pretend to be able to see the TV, but I’m much more focused on the little omega.
When she first opened the door to let me in tonight, I damn near forgot how to speak. The soft dress she’s been clad in all night clings to every single curve.
Who the fuck knows when I became so enamored by a baby bump, but here we are.
I started the movie with my hand on her hip. It long ago migrated to brushing over her stomach, and I can’t even bring myself to be embarrassed about it.
I’m taking liberties she hasn’t agreed to. She also hasn’t told me to fuck off, so I’m taking that as consent.
Am I acting like a pushy, almost feral alpha?
Maybe, but I hope not.
Quincy coos, snuggling her back deeper into my chest.
A goofy smile takes over my face.
She’s fucking adorable.
Why didn’t I make my interest known months ago? If I had, we could have been so much farther along in this wholegetting to know each otherprocess.
I must doze off at some point.
My entire right side is hot and damp when I wake up. It’s enough to force me to attempt to roll over.
Only, I can’t move.
I’m trapped by a warm body.
My nostrils flare.
Quincy’s coconut and cream scent hits my senses, and I bite back a groan. My cock is fully hard and ready to provide whatever she may need to bring down her fever.
The baby bump rests partially on me, and my right hand is glued to her ass. Bringing my left hand up, I brush it over her cheek in an attempt to move the hair off her face.
A jolt of panic courses through my system, waking me up real quick. My chest is damp from her sweat.
