Ember looked as though she might argue again, so I put my lips to her ear and whispered, “I promise to make it worth your while, baby.”

Her eyes suddenly blazed with desire, and I couldn’t help smiling in triumph. My wife was horny as fuck when she was knocked up—not that I had a single complaint about it.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked, letting me guide her toward the parking lot.

I stopped at the passenger door of our SUV and bent over to whisper in her ear. Then I straightened and grinned as she audibly gulped before hurrying to get into the car. “Let’s go!” she shouted.

Laughing all the way to my door, I said another silent thank you to my sister, who’d offered to take the kids for the night. Which meant the house was empty, and I could make Ember scream my name as loud as she could.

By the time I’d fulfilled my promise, we were both exhausted. As we fell asleep, I chuckled when Ember mumbled, “Worth it.”


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