was a quiet, husky thing. “We started an hour ago.”
I downed my shot, took a step closer, and bent to suck her neck.
“The last time we were here, I was pregnant,” she whispered, and I wondered how firm the pressure of attention through the mirrored glass felt against her back.
“You were glorious,” I corrected her.
“Tell me what we did that night.”
“We were lying down,” I said, looking over to the far side of the room where the bed had been that time, right up against the mirrored window that let others see in where we couldn’t see out. “I was curled behind you, taking you like that.”
“Gently,” she interjected, laughing.
I smiled into her shoulder, nipping it. “Despite your efforts, yes, gently. But I watched you come with a scream, in the mirror just as clearly as they did.”
Her fingers moved up my chest and touched the bare skin beneath the collar of my shirt. “And then what happened?”
Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes as the memory caused my heart to pound harder, squeeze faster. “Your water broke in the car on the way home.”
“And then what?”
And then what.
And then we turned around, drove to the hospital in a heady fog of terror and glee, and I burst into the ER, carrying Sara in my arms and yelling for help like she’d been shot instead of simply gone into labor.
“And then Annabel Dillon Stella was born thirty hours later.”
“We had a baby , Max.” Her chin was tilted up in her badass, proud smile.
I smiled down at her, feeling my chest expand until it consumed the entire world. “Yeah we fucking did.”
She ran her hand down my torso and cupped the swollen tip of my cock in her palm, pushing and slowly stroking it through my trousers. Just like that. There was no transition topic. No need to distance herself from remembering having our baby to touching me like that. No space between Sara the mum and Sara my lover.
“And here we are again,” she said, stretching to kiss my throat. “Just being in this room makes me feel wild. I love it so much.”
I closed my eyes and groaned. “I love you .”
“And I love you.” I felt her stretch, graze her teeth over my neck. “What do you think it’s like for them to watch us tonight?”
I blinked over her shoulder and gazed at the giant mirror. “I think it’s a milder version of how it feels for us to be here tonight.”
“Like they’re on this journey with us, kind of.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Did you feel them following down the hall?”
“All of them.” She tilted her head back, running her hands into my hair as I bent and kissed lower, to her breastbone through her silk top. “I always knew people were watching. I just didn’t know it was nearly everyone .”
I unzipped her dress and slipped it down her shoulders inch by inch, feeling like I was seeing her new body through their eyes. Knowing they could see what I did—the fuller breasts, the return of her narrow waist. They would see her tonight without the benefit of transition—from lush and pregnant to her body now: slim, ripe, fucking wicked. She was a siren half naked in her delicate dress, her nails a soft pink, lips full and wet. Soft. Everything about her was so fucking soft .
I blinked away but not before glancing quickly to where I knew people were watching, knowing each and every one of them could see my sharp possessiveness and pride.
Look at her, I thought, reaching to unhook her bra. Look at this beautiful fucking woman.
Her breasts were firm when I cupped one, and a flush of warmth pulsed through me when I registered she hadn’t pumped before she came here.
“ Jesus, Sare.”
“Own it, Stella.” She tugged my shirt from my pants with a devious little smirk. “If we’re going to play tonight, we’re going to play .” Sara unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand into my boxers. “In here you don’t get to pretend it doesn’t make you crazy to suck on them or get your palms all wet. You don’t get to
I downed my shot, took a step closer, and bent to suck her neck.
“The last time we were here, I was pregnant,” she whispered, and I wondered how firm the pressure of attention through the mirrored glass felt against her back.
“You were glorious,” I corrected her.
“Tell me what we did that night.”
“We were lying down,” I said, looking over to the far side of the room where the bed had been that time, right up against the mirrored window that let others see in where we couldn’t see out. “I was curled behind you, taking you like that.”
“Gently,” she interjected, laughing.
I smiled into her shoulder, nipping it. “Despite your efforts, yes, gently. But I watched you come with a scream, in the mirror just as clearly as they did.”
Her fingers moved up my chest and touched the bare skin beneath the collar of my shirt. “And then what happened?”
Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes as the memory caused my heart to pound harder, squeeze faster. “Your water broke in the car on the way home.”
“And then what?”
And then what.
And then we turned around, drove to the hospital in a heady fog of terror and glee, and I burst into the ER, carrying Sara in my arms and yelling for help like she’d been shot instead of simply gone into labor.
“And then Annabel Dillon Stella was born thirty hours later.”
“We had a baby , Max.” Her chin was tilted up in her badass, proud smile.
I smiled down at her, feeling my chest expand until it consumed the entire world. “Yeah we fucking did.”
She ran her hand down my torso and cupped the swollen tip of my cock in her palm, pushing and slowly stroking it through my trousers. Just like that. There was no transition topic. No need to distance herself from remembering having our baby to touching me like that. No space between Sara the mum and Sara my lover.
“And here we are again,” she said, stretching to kiss my throat. “Just being in this room makes me feel wild. I love it so much.”
I closed my eyes and groaned. “I love you .”
“And I love you.” I felt her stretch, graze her teeth over my neck. “What do you think it’s like for them to watch us tonight?”
I blinked over her shoulder and gazed at the giant mirror. “I think it’s a milder version of how it feels for us to be here tonight.”
“Like they’re on this journey with us, kind of.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Did you feel them following down the hall?”
“All of them.” She tilted her head back, running her hands into my hair as I bent and kissed lower, to her breastbone through her silk top. “I always knew people were watching. I just didn’t know it was nearly everyone .”
I unzipped her dress and slipped it down her shoulders inch by inch, feeling like I was seeing her new body through their eyes. Knowing they could see what I did—the fuller breasts, the return of her narrow waist. They would see her tonight without the benefit of transition—from lush and pregnant to her body now: slim, ripe, fucking wicked. She was a siren half naked in her delicate dress, her nails a soft pink, lips full and wet. Soft. Everything about her was so fucking soft .
I blinked away but not before glancing quickly to where I knew people were watching, knowing each and every one of them could see my sharp possessiveness and pride.
Look at her, I thought, reaching to unhook her bra. Look at this beautiful fucking woman.
Her breasts were firm when I cupped one, and a flush of warmth pulsed through me when I registered she hadn’t pumped before she came here.
“ Jesus, Sare.”
“Own it, Stella.” She tugged my shirt from my pants with a devious little smirk. “If we’re going to play tonight, we’re going to play .” Sara unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand into my boxers. “In here you don’t get to pretend it doesn’t make you crazy to suck on them or get your palms all wet. You don’t get to
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