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“The last time you did, you mutilated my chin.”

“That’s because you kept moving.”

“Your bosom was in my face. You were wearing next to nothing.”

“I was in a robe.”

“Next to nothing.”

“You started rooting in my bosom.”

“I was hungry.” He grinned at her, and she arched her brows at him. “You fed me.”

“You are very funny.”

“Hilarious.” He continued to blow kisses on her stomach. “Back to the original topic. Two boys and a girl, huh?”

“Uhm.”

“How are you?” He stared at her anxiously. He had been like a greedy child with her. She had told how sensitive her nipples were, and he had gorged on them. Her cries had fired his passion and whipped into a frenzy so much that he could barely stand it.

“I was rough," he said gruffly.

“I wanted you to be. I am not fragile.”

“You are pregnant–”

“So, you keep saying.” Her fingers gripped his hair. “Please don’t start treating me like a fragile piece of glass. I would hate that.”

“I will try and remember that," he said solemnly.

“Come up here," she ordered.

“There is something I have to do first.”

“Beau!” her back arched off the bed, when he pressed his palm over her womanhood.

“Sensitive too?” His fingers massaged her mound and sent her flying.

“Yes. Oh Beau, don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” He inserted a finger inside her. “You are ready for me; you are always ready.”

“Oh God!” the cry was ripped from her throat when he added his mouth. Closing his teeth over the swollen flesh, he nibbled until she could swear, she was going mad. Tears flowed freely downher cheeks as the movement of his fingers increased. She came violently, her cries echoing around the room.

When he climbed on top of her, she was still sobbing!

Chapter 7

She had to admit secretly that being home, just the two of them, was amazing.

He woke her up with a pot of tea and some homemade eggnog Mrs. Greene had prepared before she left on her trip. Breakfast was wheat toast, scrambled eggs and bacon and her stomach was cooperating, thankfully.

Afterward they took a long and leisurely bubble bath that turned into something else, with them getting out when the water started cooling.

Dinner was an informal affair eaten near the blazing fire in the living room. Several blankets were spread, and they did justice to the delicious meal that had been catered by one of their favorite French restaurants a few miles away.

The remnants of the meal were placed to one side while they sat and enjoyed the glow of lights from the towering Christmas tree and the fire blazing in the hearth.