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Her lips brushed mine, and she sighed dreamily. “Are we going home?”
“Yeah.” I gave her a lopsided grin and tucked her into my side. “I believe I received a text that you and the baby are starving.”
She gave me a mock scowl. “We are. You were supposed to feed us hours ago.”
My arm tightened around her waist, and I nuzzled her temple. “Guess I better take care of my girls.”
She melted against me, and I held her there for a long minute, breathing her in. Still couldn’t believe she was mine. That I got to wake up to her tomorrow. And every day after that.
We left the studio together, one of the Iron Shield women trailing discreetly behind to lock up and reset the security system.
After what happened, I refused to let Gemma reopen the studio unless she agreed to have a guard on-site whenever she was working. She finally relented, and I’d shown her my gratitude by giving her a foot rub and several orgasms.
Female security only though. Always. No exceptions. Not that Gemma ever asked, but I made damn sure.
The house was ten minutes away, tucked into a quiet stretch of rolling hills just past the clubhouse on the outskirts of town. We bought it the week after our wedding, which had been impulsive and perfect. One story, wide porches, and old oak trees that were perfect for swings and building tree houses. The kind of place where you could breathe, put down roots, and build something special.
We kept her cottage as well, turning one room into an office so I could work from there if she was in session. The other, we converted into a large playroom for our kids. Once the baby was born, we planned to hire a sitter to watch our little ones at the cottage while Gemma worked, that way she could be with them between sessions.
By the time we walked into our home, the sun was dipping low, casting golden light through the wide windows and warming the honey-hued, wooden floors. Gemma kicked off her sandals by the door, and I caught her hand before she could waddle toward the kitchen.
“Sit. You look tired.”
She arched a brow. “I’m pregnant. I always look tired.”
“Still hot as hell,” I mumbled, kissing the side of her neck. “But that’s not the point. Go sit down. I’m making dinner.”
She laughed as I herded her toward the eating nook and gently eased her into a chair. Then I moved around the kitchen fixing our meal while she chatted to me about her day and plans for tomorrow.
Once I’d grilled chicken, roasted vegetables, and added garlic butter to the noodles, I plated everything and took it to the table. Then I went back for two glasses of sparkling cider, her favorite.
“Dinner is served, my love.”
“You’re perfect,” she sighed as she took her first bite of the savory chicken.
I winked. “Only for you.”
We ate slowly, talking and laughing. By the time we finished our meal, her feet were in my lap, my fingers rubbing small circles into her arches. She sighed and leaned back, one hand rubbing her belly. “If this is how you treat me when I’m pregnant, I might just seduce you every chance I get.”
“Won’t hear an argument from me,” I said with a smirk.
“To being seduced?” she asked cheekily.
“Or to having lots of babies.”
Gemma melted and pulled her feet down so she could come sit in my lap. Then she kissed me sweetly, but it quickly heated up.
I shot to my feet and carried her into our bedroom, ignoring her weak protests as she half-heartedly swatted my shoulder. “You’re going to throw out your back.”
“Gonna throw out my sanity if I don’t get you naked in the next five minutes.”
She giggled, but her breath caught when I set her down gently on the edge of the counter in our bathroom and started running water in the tub. Then I lit the candles she liked to use during her baths.
Steam curled into the air as I added her favorite oil to the water—something floral and sweet. When I turned back, she was already undressing. I joined her, stripping off my shirt, then helping her into the warm water before slipping in behind her.
Her back met my chest, and she sighed, her head lolling to one side as I gathered her hair in my fist and kissed the nape of her neck.
The water cradled us, the candlelight flickering across our damp skin. I ran my hands over the soft swell of her belly, cupped her tits, and kissed her shoulders.
