Nick increases the pace and I move with him, making every thrust more intense. I feel my whole body tense as I try to hold out. I want to enjoy this, want this to last all night, to exist in this perfect bubble with Nick. I dig my nails into his back.
“Fuck.”
I glance down to see his cock sliding in and out of me, to watch him kiss my chest before he presses his face to my neck and does something to me. Pleasure tightens my belly and I pull him as close as I can before we come together.
“Sophie!” He groans against my ear.
It’s just loud enough that I can hear, but still like a secret, something only for me. And knowing that, feeling it, pushes me over the edge with him. Bliss makes me spiral through the intensity until I come back to reality, finding Nick still trembling with me.
I stroke through his hair and down along his neck before kissing him in that loving, eager way that makes us both moan. Nick smiles as he draws back. “I love you, Sophie.”
“I love you.” I kiss his forehead.
Somehow, we manage to get up and ready. I put on a cute outfit, but realize that the shirt fits differently. I turn in the mirror and lean my head to the side. “Nick, do you see this too or am I being picky?”
He joins me at the mirror and I turn to the side. He strokes over my belly. It’s not much, but it’s enough of a bump that I notice it. Actually ... it’s more than abump. I lift my shirt, as if I wasn’t just naked and let my hands spread over my belly. “Huh.”
“The doctor is coming tomorrow.”
I look at him in surprise.
“I called.” He shrugs. “I know you’re worried and if I can end that worry faster, I will.”
“Thank you, love.”
I change my shirt and smile at Nick. “I feel like I should know everything there is to know by pregnancy three.”
“I know that you are the sexiest woman alive and I’m lucky to be taking you out.” He winks.
We kiss our children goodbye and Nick puts me in a limo. There is a whole bouquet of flowers waiting along with bubbling white grape juice. I giggle and clink my glass against his after he fills them up.
“I used to feel so fancy drinking this as a kid,” I say.
“And now?”
“I feel twice as spoiled.” I cuddle up against him. “Tell me about work. About thatsecretyou have. I want to hear everything I’ve been missing out on at the office.”
“It’s been shockingly boring,” Nick reports.
He tells me a few things, but he’s right. H.R. hasn’t had much to do. Which makes me twice as suspicious about what he’s doing at the office so often and so late. But I forget all that when he shows me a painting place.
I stare at it. He leads me in and I see two canvases set up in a cute little private area. A guy walks in and claps his hands. “Who’s ready to paint?”
“Nick?” I ask.
“We’re doing autumn paintings. With Winnie the Pooh and friends. I thought it would be good for the baby’s room.”
My eyes water and I fan my face. It’s so thoughtful, so wonderful, and it’s quality time together. Nick and I work on our paintings and when I get frustrated with Piglet in a bee costume, the painter stops and nods to Nick.
Nick wraps his arms around me and kisses my temple. “Can I help?”
“Someone better or Piglet isn’t making it into this painting,” I grumble.
Nick takes my hand and guides my brush as his fingers brush mine. It might as well be the first time we’ve touched. The electricity that ripples through me nearly takes my breath away. His breath ghosting across my shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body behind me, the gentle guidance he gives while rubbing my hip.
“Nick,” I whisper.
He looks at me and I kiss him slowly. Not kissing him just isn’t an option when there’s less than an inch between us. He draws the brush back and kisses me again. I breathe him in, lose myself in the kiss, and smile when I draw back.