since the match, finishing up grading some papers, so I rush inside, tossing laundry in baskets and shoving them in the closet. I pick up shoes and Legos and dirty dishes, wanting to create the illusion of peace.
Smiling, I jump in the shower — well, jump as well as a very pregnant woman can. I wash my hair and shave the parts of my legs I can reach. And then I find a pink thong that is stretchy enough to pull over my hips, and a satin robe that falls around my breasts in a way I know my husband will find insanely attractive.
After drying my hair quickly, I swipe some clear lip gloss across my lips and grin, thinking of dinner.
In the kitchen, I whip up some batter, plug in the iron, and light some candles. Just as I am reaching for the syrup, the front door opens.
“Honey?” He must be caught off-guard by how quiet the house is.
He finds me in the kitchen and chuckles, asking how I got the kids to bed so damn early.
“They’re at Josh and Jessa’s for the night. We have the house to ourselves.”
“Well, lucky us,” he says, setting a to-go bag on the counter.
“What did you get?” I ask as he pulls me into a kiss.
“I got you dinner from the diner. Your favorite. Waffles.”
Tears fill my eyes. “You got me waffles?”
“Did I do something wrong?”
I shake my head, pointing to the waffle iron on the counter. “I guess we were both feeling romantic.”
He cups my cheeks and kisses me. I sink against his chest and breathe him in. This man who made my life complete. Who loved me fully, forever, from day one.
“I know my stomach is always growling, but can we wait on the waffles?”
Billy runs a hand over his jaw. “First time I’ve ever heard you wait on food.”
“I’m craving something else right now, Billy. You.”
Upstairs, he unties my robe and runs his palm over my slick pussy, growling as we climb into bed. His cock is big and thick, and my body is starving for him.
“You’ve been working so hard,” I tell him. “I needed this. Needed you.”
“God, woman, you make me crazy.”
“We’ve always been a little crazy, haven’t we?”
He smiles, kissing me hard, his cock in my hand as I climb on top of him. He guides himself inside of me and soon enough, I’m rocking in circles, my body lit up with desire for him. Him. Only him.
Billy is so hard and he is so close. I arch my back as we get off, our orgasms so hot and ready, our bodies so obviously needing to get off. And God, do we ever. I’m panting as he pounds me, thrusting deep inside me, our bodies in a perfect rhythm until we’ve finished, breathless and still so damn horny for more. Lucky for us, we have the entire night.
I can’t wait to meet our baby — but for now, I am more than satisfied having this time with Billy.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he groans as he runs his hands over my back.
My eyes widen. “Oh God!”
“What is it?”
“Uh, I think… I think… my water just broke, Billy!”
We laugh, because of course my water broke on the one night we have alone.
He helps me stand and get to the bathroom. As I’m considering what sort of clothes I should wear to the hospital, I lick my lips.
As a good husband, who has been around this block four times before, he is already reaching for my hospital bag.
“What is it?” he asks, his eyes meeting mine, knowing I’m up to something.
I flash him a smile. “You think I can eat those waffles before we go?”
About
One in a Melon
ONE IN A MELON
The Way To A Man’s Heart Book 7
I’ve known her forever.
Georgina’s sassy, sexy, and stubborn as hell.
She’s also my best friend’s little sister.
And she’s in serious trouble.
But the melon-dollar question is, will this strong-willed woman let me help?
Dear Reader,
Grady is a gruff and growly alpha who doesn’t mind getting dirty in his garden.
Or the bedroom.
He’s ready to take a bite of something sweet and juicy.
Question is, if he was a watermelon, would you spit or swallow his seed?!
xo, frankie
Chapter One
Grady
I kill it at the workout. Dead lifts. Burpees. Wall balls. Squat routine. I get the best time of the day. Vance shakes his head, frustrated. He’s my closest friend and we’re always trying to best one another. But his head is just not in the game. His loss, my