Lost in Time (Forever and Always #20) Read Online Free

way! I haven’t shaved in forever because I
can’t. I just don’t feel sexy right now.”
    “I’ll make you feel sexy.” I grabbed her arm
and pulled her to her back.
    “No.”
    I moved on top of her. Now that her stomach
was big, I couldn’t lean all the way down, but I pressed my hard
cock against her folds. “Would I be hard if you were ugly?”
    “You’re always hard.”
    “Exactly—for you. I don’t want to hear you
say that bullshit ever again. You’re damn gorgeous when you’re
pregnant. I’m even more attracted to you then I used to be. I
understand that you’re uncomfortable and don’t feel gorgeous, but
that’s not how I see you. Now, I work all day then come home and
take care of you. All I want in return is to make love to you every
night before I go to bed. That’s a fair trade.”
    “But I’m disgusting.”
    My eyes widened again. “No, you aren’t. I’m
sick of arguing about this.” I pointed my shaft at her entrance
then moved inside her. I leaned back on the balls of my feet and
thrust into her, feeling the tightness I longed to feel all
day.
    She lay back then gripped my knees, her
breasts shaking with every thrust I made. She moaned quietly when
we were in the heat of the moment. She didn’t feel ugly
anymore.
    I moved my hand to her clitoris and rubbed,
wanting to give her an amazing orgasm, something for her to look
forward to tomorrow and every day after that. Her fingers dug into
my thighs while she moaned louder, falling into the climax I pushed
her into.
    When she was finished, I let myself release.
I’d been looking forward to this all day, and I was anxious to come
inside my wife. When I did, I bit my lip because it felt so
amazing. Sex with my wife was so much better than it was when she
was just my fiancé. I steadied myself while I recovered from the
high. Then I pulled out and lay beside her. “Don’t pull that shit
again.” I set my alarm then snuggled beside her. “Because I think
you are the most beautiful thing in the world. Don’t ever think
otherwise.”
    She said nothing, still catching her
breath.
    “You understand me?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good.” I kissed her forehead then cuddled
with her, finding sleep immediately.
     
    When I got to work the next day, Sean was in
a bad mood.
    “What’s your deal?” I asked. I stood in front
of his desk, playing with my wedding band. I still hadn’t gotten
used to the metal on my finger. I liked it there, but I hadn’t
acclimated to the weight.
    “Nothing.” He didn’t look at me, his eyes
brooding.
    “You expect me to believe that?”
    He sighed. “Scarlet upset me.”
    “What could she have possibly done?”
    “She said she doesn’t get jealous when women
hit on me.” He rubbed his chin then rested his fingers on his lips,
his eyes lost in thought.
    “And…?” I wasn’t following.
    “Shouldn’t she be jealous—at least a little?
I hate it when guys look at her rack.”
    “It’s hard to miss.”
    He glared at me. “Now isn’t the time,
Mike.”
    I dropped the jokes. “Isn’t it nice having a
wife that trusts you?”
    “Yes,” he said immediately. “I’m not saying I
don’t love that. I do. But, I wish she was more territorial. She
doesn’t blink an eye when a woman eye fucks me?”
    “Probably because it never happens,” I
joked.
    He glared at me again.
    “Okay, sorry.” I put my hands in my pockets.
“Don’t let it bother you, man. It doesn’t mean she isn’t happily
married and madly in love with you. She’s never been a catty and
defensive person. That’s just how she is. It’s nothing
personal.”
    “I know…but it still bothers me.”
    “Just let it go. We both know your wife loves
you like crazy.”
    “You’re right.” He sighed then played with
his wedding band. “I just couldn’t be more opposite than her, you
know? It drives me crazy when men look at her. I know they don’t
just want to fuck her. As soon as they talk to her, they’re hooked.
She’s mine