Page 11 of Oh Baby: A Holiday Novella
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Samara woke thenext morning in Marcus’s arms, his hard body pressed close to hers as he spooned her under the sumptuous duvet covers.
Smiling languorously, she lay there luxuriating in his body heat and the protective strength of his embrace. She felt warm and lazy, cozy and secure. She wished she could lay there forever, but she knew the children would be waking up soon and needing attention.
And food. They would definitely want food.
But when she moved to get up, Marcus’s arm tightened beneath her breasts, holding her in place.
A slow grin curved her mouth. “Good morning.”
“Mornin’.” His voice was sleep-rough and sexy as hell. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Her grin widened. “The kids will be up soon.”
“But they’re not yet. So stay put.” He nuzzled closer to her, his breath heating the back of her neck. She shivered as he massaged her tender breast, tweaking her nipple into a hard point.
“Last night was amazing,” he murmured in a low rumble.
Samara smiled, her belly quivering. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Didn’t you?”
She laughed softly. “As many orgasms as I had, do you even have to ask?”
He chuckled, kissing the sensitive spot at her nape before sliding his warm mouth to her shoulder and gently nipping her.
She wiggled her bottom against him, grinning when he grew instantly hard. “Oh my,” she breathed.
“Indeed.” He trailed kisses down her arm, his thick cock digging into her ass. She only had to shift a little and lift her leg, and he could slide right into her. She was already nice and wet, even wetter than usual thanks to pregnancy hormones.
As Marcus’s warm hand slid over her hip and splayed against her belly, her breath caught. She was so tempted to tell him that she was carrying his fourth child. But shereallywanted to surprise him on Christmas.
So she bit her tongue and just basked in the sensation of his palm stroking her belly, his thumb drawing lazy circles on her skin.
“It’s supposed to rain today,” he murmured.
“Is it?” Samara gazed out the bank of French doors. The wintry morning sun was barely breaking through the thick haze of clouds.
Marcus nuzzled her earlobe. “Wish we could stay in bed all day.”
“Mmm. So do I.” She loved the feel of his morning whiskers against her cheek. “Rainy weather is always perfect for cuddling.”
“Among other things.” He slid his hand down her belly to cup the smooth mound of her sex. When she quivered, his lips curved into a satisfied smile against her ear. “Maybe we can skip the party tonight but still drop the kids off with their grandparents.”
Samara laughed, looking over her shoulder at him. “You are so wrong.”
He grinned unabashedly.
That night they were attending a holiday party sponsored by the Atlanta chapter of Morehouse’s alumni association. Marcus was an active alumnus who donated generously to his alma mater, served on boards and committees, and assisted with fundraising and recruitment efforts. He and Samara rarely missed any Morehouse events.
“C’mon,” he murmured cajolingly, dipping his fingers between her legs to stroke along her slick crease. She rocked against his hand, aching to be filled. “We can drop them off early and then come back and get in the Jacuzzi.”
No Jacuzzi, Samara thought hazily. According to her doctor, twenty minutes in the sauna was okay, but soaking in the Jacuzzi was too risky for the baby.
Marcus rubbed the hard knot of her clit. “From there we can take it to the bedroom…the kitchen…the library….” Husky chuckle. “Doesn’t really matter where we end up, as long as I’m buried deep inside you.”
Samara moaned, heat spreading from her lubricated pussy to her achy breasts. “Marcus…”
