Page 13 of His Valentine

“Magnus!” I cry out. “Oh, God!”

I gasp for air as the orgasm hits me. I keep rocking my hips as I come down the other side. Magnus is still inside of me, his cock throbbing with need.

I submit to him as he lifts me up off him and gets me on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. He’s behind me now, the power of his body radiating against me. His palm slaps my ass, eliciting a pleased whimper from my lips. Then his lips are on the ass cheek he just slapped, planting a caring kiss there.

The second kiss moves closer between my legs. The next one moves closer still. Then his tongue is running over my slit, and I’m pushing my face into the bedsheets, groaning into the rumpled fabric. I push my hips back and he licks me harder, savoring me.

When his tongue moves away, I moan at the loss. But then his hands grip my hips, and he slides his cock into me again, and I forget all about his tongue. His strokes are deep. Long.Sublime. I start to get that feeling like I want to cry again—in the best of ways. I grip the sheets tighter and exhale hot breath after hot breath as he fucks me, as he holds onto my hips in a way that tells me I belong to him.

He keeps going, and going, each delicious stroke bringing me closer and closer to the edge again. My orgasm builds slowly this time, making me so delirious with pleasure that I can hardly see straight.

And then I can’t hold out any longer. An orgasm of cosmic proportions overwhelms me. As I’m engulfed by it, as I’m crying out and clawing at the sheets, Magnus comes too, bottoming out inside of me as he erupts into me.

If I wasn’t already pregnant with his baby, I would be now.

Spent and breathless, we lie together, facing each other, his arm around me and the baby belly like a protective shell. As we drift off to sleep, all kinds of new thoughts float through my mind.He’s right. We’re meant to be together. I think maybe I even…love him? Do I? That’s crazy, right? But it’s not crazy. I fell for him months ago. I fell for him that night in the hotel.

Before I can work out the thoughts any further, sleep takes hold.

I wakeup thinking about Magnus. I wake up thinking about love. I wake up thinking about the fact that something smells freakin’ delicious.

Blinking, yawning, I sit up in bed and register that Magnus is carrying a breakfast tray into the room.

“There she is,” Magnus says, shooting me a grin. “Hope you’re hungry.”

“Oh my God, you’re amazing,” I say, marveling at the meal he sets down in front of me. He’s made toast, eggs, and bacon, and also brought me a glass of orange juice—extra pulpy, just the way I like it. I’m so touched that he went out this morning to get all of this. There’s even a tiny cup with a few little flowers in it. It’s almost too perfect.

“You made some for yourself, too, right?” I say, biting down on a piece of bacon.

“Definitely,” he says. “So, listen. I was thinking we’d eat breakfast, then we could make room for the crib and assemble it together. What do you think?”

I give him an amused smile. “You really want to help with that crib, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, Lena. It’s important.”

“Okay, fine,” I say. “We can put it together today. But I’m in charge of the directions.”

Magnus and I eat breakfast in bed, then we take a shower together—during which, of course, we get dirty before we get clean—and then we get to making room for the crib and unpacking the box. As we unpack everything, I remember something I’ve been wanting to tell him since talking to my mom on the phone yesterday.

“Want to hear something crazy?” I ask.

“You bet,” says Magnus, spreading the crib parts out on the floor.

“So, Gene? My mom’s neighbor? Well, my mom said that now there’s…romantic feelingsbetween them now or something. I can’t believe it. All those years they just fought and fought. And now suddenly theylikeeach other.”

Magnus laughs. “Well, I’m happy for them.”

“No, I am, too,” I say. “I’ve wanted my mom to find someone. It’s just…Gene? Yeah, never expected that to happen.”

I finally spot the instructions sheet. While Magnus continues to get the parts arranged, I read through all the steps, then go back to the beginning and read the first one aloud.

“Okay,” I say. “First, we need to lay the headboard flat on the ground.”

“Done,” says Magnus.

I glance up over the instructions and see that he already had it ready. My eyes drop back down. “Cool. Next, we need to mount the drawer guides along the bottom. There should be a wrench…the parts look like this,” I say, and turn the instructions around to show Magnus. He takes a brief glance, then finds the drawer guides among all the parts and grabs the wrench and a couple screws to attach the piece to the headboard.

“It should be attached to the lowest holes,” I tell him.

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