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Wheeler is naked in my shower.
She’s asking me to join her after getting off with the showerhead while thinking about me.
I get up, ignoring the way my knees burn from being on the floor as I shuck off my jeans and briefs and socks with hands that shake.
We lock eyes. Hers are wide and full of white-hot feeling.
An ache with sharp edges hollows out my torso as I devour her glistening body with my eyes. Her shoulders are proud, pushed back, which puts her tits on prominent display. They’re fuller now, the nipples slightly darker.
Her body’s already changing.
My dick screams. I make a sound I don’t recognize. The urge to protect her, fill her, care for her, is so fierce it nearly knocks me over.
“You look so fuckin’ pretty with my baby inside you.”
Her eyes go even wider, her breath catching in her throat.
It’s a totally inappropriate thing to say. Last we spoke on the subject, it was pretty clear that we’re most likely not going to gothrough with the pregnancy. I don’t wanna push her one way or the other. Push her into doing something she’s not ready for.
But fuck, maybe I’m ready.
“Duke—”
“I’m sorry, that was—”
“You make me feel pretty.” Her chest falls on an exhale. “I love the way you make me feel. So put your hands on me already.”
My pulse thunders. She’s not turned off by what I just said.
In fact, she’s quite clearly turned on by it.
What does that mean?
“Fuck, Blue. Just…fuck.” Taking the door in my hand, I close it behind me as I step in the shower. The water is hot enough to sting. I love it. “You know that’s my job, right? To make you feel pretty and make you feel safe?”
Wheeler moves back, her eyelashes fluttering as her gaze rakes down my chest and stomach, landing on my dick. When she looks back up, I realize how much taller I am than she is. I tower over her, the two of us barely fitting inside the shower, even though it doubled in size during our recent renovations.
“Such an overachiever, crushing both those things,” she whispers.
I notch my finger underneath her chin. Use my thumb to pull her bottom lip open, cursing at her softness. “Nerds unite.”
She smiles.
That’s it.
That’s fuckingit.
I move my hand to the back of her head and bend my neck and slant my mouth over hers, the water coursing down the sides of our bodies. Her familiar taste and feel flood my senses, drawing a groan from the back of my throat.
Her hands find my neck, her thumbs caressing my jaw, and my arms break out in goose bumps as she licks inside my mouth.
“Oh, baby,” she breathes. “Thank God. I missed you. I missed you so much.”
Baby.
Wheeler just called me baby.
Also, she missed me.
