Page 125 of Secrets, Lies and Love
It takes me less than two minutes to get to her floor, and it seems strange to have to ring the doorbell, that the woman in my life is on the other side of the door, but right now, the penthouse belongs to her, it’s her home, and Cecily deserves every bit of the privacy she wants.
I just ring once and the door opens.
I always thought women looked beautiful when they were pregnant, but Cecily takes it a step further. Her face is flushed and radiant. Her breasts stretch the fabric of the flexible dress, which clings to her body, outlining her delicious curves.
Her hair, which I love to wrap around my fist while I fuck her, falls loosely down her back.
I push away those thoughts.
I haven’t touched her in weeks, and I feel like I’m starving, but I don’t want to waste one moment now that she’s making room for me in her life again.
“Ready?”
She nods. “I’m anxious. Do you want a boy or a girl?”
I want you and anything that comes from you. One child or several. Everything.
“I don’t have a preference,” I say instead, so as not to scare her.
I give her space to leave, and her perfume enters my nostrils, making me hard.
I promised myself that I wouldn’t touch her, that I wouldn’t impose myself on her, but my body has a mind of its own and I place my hand just above her ass to guide her.
She shudders at my touch, and when we enter the elevator, we face each other, each against an opposite wall.
“And you?” I ask.
“What about me?” she answers breathlessly, and at that moment I know we are on the same page.
The desire is reciprocal.
“Do you want a boy or a girl?”
“Like all mothers, I want our child to be born healthy.”
Our child.
Every time she says that, I have hope that everything will be okay.
I respected the space she asked me for because I know I hurt her, but I’m reaching my limit.
“How much longer?”
“Until the birth?”
“No. How much longer do I need to convince you that I’m crazy about you? I will never give up, Cecily.”
She swallows hard. “I don’t want you to give up.”
“What do you want, then?”
The elevator door opens, and she heads for the exit, but first, she looks back, and for a second, I catch a glimpse of my sassy girl. The same delicious redhead who stole my heart.
“I want you to chase me. I dreamed about it all night.”
“I want you to chase me. I dreamed about it all night.”
As we wait for the doctor to set up the ultrasound equipment, her words make my blood boil.
