Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
…It was a pretty great look, I have to say.
It’s been four years since the man of my dreams swept me off my feet, made me his, and asked me to marry him, and it’s been a dream ever since.
Jackson’s expanded his clinic to being the largest and best neonatal and prenatal care in New York, and since he’d be too modest to say it, the world. He takes everyone now with the added space and all of the donors they have now — not just rich clients, but the poor who can’t normally afford care like this. But with him, they get the best, and they get it pro-bono.
Me? I’m finishing up my undergraduate degree in pre-med, and I’ve already been accepted to NYU’s School of Medicine, where I’ll focus on Pediatric Psychology. I made Jackson swear not to pull any strings or to use his influence, but then, he might have anyways, even if he knew I could do it on my own merit, because that’s just who he is. He wants the world for me, and he gives me that, every single day.
I don’t know if it was that day, specifically, but if it wasn’t, then it wasn’t long after when it did “take.” I gave birth to our son Jonah ten months after Jackson proposed and nine months after the wedding. A year and a half later, Carrie was arrived. And even with the kids, and my school, and Jackson’s expanded clinic and responsibilities, we still make time for us, and the things we do so so well together.
…Which is exactly the reason I’m not fitting in my usual jeans these days.
Yeah, number three is on the way, another little girl due in just under four months. And yet, my husband still seems to find me irresistible, apparently.
“Come here, angel.”
The growl shivers through me, rousing me from the half-sleep I’ve nodded into. I wake fully, half turning to find that Jackson’s slid into bed behind me, home late from the clinic but home nonetheless. The corner bedroom in our new penthouse is dark, but the floor-length window drapes are pulled open, letting the sparkling jewel lights of the city twinkle around us.
“I missed you,” I whisper, smiling as he pulls me tight and slides a hand over my belly.
“I missed you guys too,” he growls. “How’s our little princess?”
“Large,” I pout.
I can feel Jackson grin as he moves right against me, but then, I can also feel something big throbbing against my panty-covered ass.
“C’mon, there’s no way that’s for me,” I grumble. “I’m huge.”
“You’re fucking beautiful is what you are,” he growls back, his hands sliding over my skin. He starts to tug at the maternity tank top I’m wearing, tugging it up over my belly and up to my breasts.
“Kids asleep?”
I nod, swallowing thickly as his hands push the flimsy tank over my engorged breasts. His fingers tease over my extra sensitive nipples, making me gasp.
“Good,” he purrs. “Because I think it’s been entirely too long since I’ve made you come all over my cock.”
“Too long?” I grin, rolling my eyes. “I seem to remember someone coming into the shower behind me this morning and doing exactly that.”
Jackson growls lowly, and I can feel his cock pulse against my ass.
“That was at least ten hours ago. Like I said, entirely too long.”
His hands slide down to my panties, thumbs hooking into the waist as he starts to peel them down. I moan, feeling my pulse race as he strips me bare for him. I reach back, whimpering as I feel my husband’s thick cock throbbing so hard in his suit pants.
“Someone’s wearing too many clothes for this bed, I think.”
He practically tears his shirt off, and when I hear the jangle of his belt and the tug of his zipper, and feel him kick his pants away, my breath catches. He moves back behind me, and this time, it’s the totally bare, hot, swollen head of his cock that I feel tease between my thighs. His hand follows, sliding between my legs from behind and stroking across my pussy.
“Someone is very wet,” he growls, making me moan into my arm as he spreads my lips and teases my clit with his thumb. “I think my dirty girl’s been having some very nice thoughts while I was gone.”
I gasp, pushing back into his hand and arching my back. His other hand cups my full breasts, teasing my nipples and stroking my skin as his thumb rolls my tender bud. I can feel my slick heat coating my thighs, and when he slips his beautiful cock between them, I moan.
“I was imagining you coming home, and doing exactly this, actually,” I purr quietly, biting my lip as his hands drive me wild. His lips graze the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.