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“This as you are referring to it as, will be our children," she murmured into his chest, admitting to herself how comforting it was to feel his strong arms wrapped around her. Before she met him, the concept of being the petite damsel in distress had always annoyed her.
She was fiercely independent and perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She often said that she did not need a man to validate that. But with her husband, I was different. He made her feel safe and secure.
A look from him was all she ever needed. She knew he would move heaven and earth to make sure she was okay.
“Babies?” He shifted so he could stare down at her. “You are sure there are more than one?”
She nodded, her eyes shining. “Lucien is also convinced. My breasts are super sensitive and the kind of nausea I am having would suggest that much.”
“Super sensitive?” His deep voice had dropped seductively. “Is that a fact?”
“Yes. Beau–”
“Don’t tell me that I cannot touch you," he interrupted plaintively, setting her a few inches away, so he could look at her. “I have been the soul of abstinence for weeks now and barely hanging on.”
Her hand lifted to cup his cheek. “I was going to say that we have been given the greenlight to have as much sex as we can manage, and we both know we can manage a hell of a lot.”
His eyes flared and the desire he had been tamping down flared to incredible life. His loins throbbed with alarming energy, and he could feel the sound rushing through his ears.
“That we can.” His voice was unsteady and so were his hands as he peeled the robe off her shoulders. A sharp intake of breathdisturbed the silence as he stared at the generous flesh. The nipples were already responding to his stare, the buds tight.
“I see what you meant.” His hands lifted to shape and reshaped, chest heaving with effort as they hardened even more.
“How sensitive?”
“Wearing a bra is becoming a chore.” Her voice was thready, her body hot.
“When I do this–”He stopped suddenly when she cried out as he passed a thumb over the aching flesh.
“Oh God!” Her back arched toward him.
“Perhaps I should–” he cut off the rest of the words and hauled her into his lap. “My mouth–”His head swooped down, andshe gripped handfuls of his hair in anticipation. She was not disappointed. In fact, she was transported.
His tongue swirled over the tight flesh with the expert of a maestro who knew exactly how to achieve the perfect result.
By the time he took the wet nipple between his teeth, she was chanting incoherently and crying out his name.
Reaching between them, Beau pressed his palm down on the apex of her thighs, one finger stroking the sensitive protruding flesh. She came instantly, violently, her body jerking like a marionette being pulled by her master.
She collapsed against him, her heart racing, her body a trembling mass of sensations.
“I want you to ride me,” he hissed between his teeth, his arms cradling her. “But I fear I am going to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” She managed to lift her heavy head to look at him. “I promise. And I want to milk you. I want to feel your seed spreading all over my womb.”
Her words broke the thin restraint he had been holding onto. With a growl, he released his swollen shaft from the sweatpants he had donned. And lifting her hips, he drove into her, his composure shattered.
Chapter 6
It was confirmed. She was carrying triplets. The news should have been good, but as soon as it was announced, she noticed that her husband was far from being enthused.
“What can we expect?” he asked the doctor soberly.
“We will be monitoring you carefully, my dear. Every two weeks we will be seeing you, whether here or at your home.” He divided a glance between the two. A thorough examination had been done to ascertain the number of embryos that had been taken as well as to find out how healthy she was.
“There is nothing stopping you from having a fairly good pregnancy, but like I said before, there will be complications. What we require from you is that you try to be as stress free as possible.” He unconsciously looked at Beau, who returned the look with raised brows.
Clearing his throat, he continued, “You will start to gain weight rapidly of course. I am prescribing some extra prenatal vitaminsand folic acid.” He frowned thoughtfully. “Your iron level is a little under what I would prefer it to be, but it’s not detrimental or a concern at this time.” His expression turned sober.