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Though he couldn’t see much of her, the creamy white flesh of her breasts floated above the water. He hadn’t much opportunity to play with her nipples yet. He’d have to do that.

Hell, he should have had her put the clamps on again and would have too, except it wasn’t healthy to wear them for too long at a time. He found nothing sexier than a woman’s areolas hardened like rocks. Knowing that she tingled with desire. Wet.

Ready.

She cast her gaze down, a morose look tugging at her features. The heartache painted on her gaze broke his heart and he knew he’d do anything, anything at all, to make matters better for her.

“Believe you me, Blake, drinking wine is the last of my concerns.” She released a heavy sigh and accepted a glass. She took a small sip, the muscles in her throat working 35

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as she swallowed hard. “I don’t really want to give you an out Blake, but I feel like I have to. Are you sure you
really
want to do this?” He was a hundred percent sure he wasn’t going to let her continue to wallow in pain. No, he couldn’t do that to Claire. She needed him and he had to help her. Besides, if he didn’t, she might approach someone else. Hell, she might even go to a sperm bank.

That thought was revolting. If anyone were going to impregnate Claire, it would be him, damn it.

But greedy as he felt for thinking it, he also had to think of himself and the future child. He’d never been one to jump into anything. The list had to tip before he made a final decision.

“I haven’t said yes yet,” he said, contemplating out loud. As soon as he said it, he regretted it.

“No, you haven’t.” Her voice cracked as she spoke. Slowly she lifted the glass, this time swallowing a rather large amount.

His heart knotted at the pain in her tone. He wanted to erase it. Banish all doubts and love her. He set his glass on the edge of the tub and stepped into the bubbles. He slid in the hot water, his body momentarily shocked by the difference in temperature.

Sinking so his head bobbled above the water, he relished the crisp breeze.

Under the water, he reached for her knee, then slid his fingers higher. Splaying his hand on her thigh, he hesitated a moment more. He wanted to be sure he said this right.

The last thing he wanted was to upset her further.

“Claire, it isn’t so much that I need to be sure, but that I want to know you are. This is very abrupt for a guy like me. You know I plan
everything
. We both need to have not a single doubt.”

She gave a halfhearted chuckle, sniffled and wiped away a tear. “The lists.” What could he say? Admittedly, he liked his life to be orderly. He had to be in control.

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He stroked his fingers along her thigh. “Exactly. Except I can’t list something like this. A kid is the rest of our lives. I can’t think of anyone better to have a child with, but, what are a few days to be sure?”

She sucked back a sob, a forced smile spreading on her face. “You’re right, of course.”

“Of course.”

She play punched him. “Cocky.”

He caught her, drawing her into his arms. He pulled her close to him and tucked her head under his chin. He loved the scent of her, sweet and spicy, just like her personality.

Tenderly he planted a kiss on her forehead. Emotion overwhelmed him, a warm sense rushing head to toe through him. Holding her, knowing the possibilities between them, completeness filled him. Claire made him a whole, happy man.

He stroked his fingers along her shoulder. “I wish I could take tomorrow off and keep you right here.”

She looked at him with huge, daring brown eyes. “I’m game.” He pulled his head back, once again shocked but loving what he heard. “You mean you’d skip work, for me?”

* * * * *

Claire sighed, resting her head against his shoulder. “I’ve reached that point. I want to change. I mean…I still want to be me, all the good parts. But I’m tired of working and not being healthy. I think I might make some changes. I’d like to find another job, something different, a little less stressful. I might go part-time, maybe even take one of your classes.”

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ball and have a fit. She didn’t want to go on like this anymore. She craved change.

Hungered for the white picket fence type of life.

The simple notion of having a baby, Blake and a simpler existence lit a spark in her.

Filled her with deep, desperate longing.

Sometimes she even imagined she’d get chickens. She could feed them every morning and collect their eggs. Her mother had chickens. Growing up she’d had a fried egg every day with breakfast. It was insane, Claire was sure, but thoughts of those chickens plagued her dreams.

She wanted those chickens, kids to cook breakfast for and overall, a life that mirrored her mother’s.

Blake chuckled low and deep. “You, in karate?” He shook his head and sighed. “I’d like to see that.”

“Maybe you will,” she murmured.

Again he laughed at her. “I doubt it.”

“Shut up.” She poked him in the side. “I’m thinking I really may play hooky tomorrow.”

His tone sobered. “Nah. Don’t bother. I have an early class on Thursdays, remember?”

She groaned, pressing her body against his. “Unfortunately.”

“But you will spend the night.” He said it as more of a command then a question.

“Yes, sir.” She couldn’t help but play the role, hoping he’d be dominant and take her now. She was so close to his lap. She could slide him in and…

“That’s a girl,” he joked. “Come here.”

He drew her into his arms, handing her the glass of wine. “Let’s loosen up.” She slid onto his lap. “Agreed.” She gulped the bittersweet liquid, aware of his hard cock between her legs. He was so close she was tempted to grab him. Sex was even better than she’d imagined for all these years. Now, she wanted more. Much more.

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His hands wrapped around her, cupping her left breast. His thumb stroked her hardened nipple. The bud reacted, her areola coming alive with tingles. The muscles in his fingers massaged her. A shudder coursed through her body.

Instinctively, she slipped her hand down. She shifted so that her mons brushed his erection, which stood hardened under the water. Grasping him, she ran her finger along its thick vein to the head. She toyed with the tip, her touch soft and encouraging. She brought him to her cunt, rubbing his rod along her folds like a tool. Her clit lit, bursting from a small spark into flames. The nub pulsed, making her pussy open for fulfillment.

She arched her body, pressing her back against his chest. With his other arm, he gripped her waist. He held her against him, the head of his cock teasing her lips. Slowly he pressed inside her, allowing her newly acquainted body time to accommodate him.

Her vaginal muscles stretched for him, a slight sting slicing through them before they relaxed. Once he was buried inside her, he slowly pumped in and out, his steady plunges rubbing an ultra sensitive spot deep within her. His fingers rubbed her clit. The touch sent Claire cascading into an orgasm, her pussy shuddering with pleasure.

He slowed, rotating his hips in circles. A moment later, he jerked free of her, his cock lying against her bottom as he shuddered and released himself.

* * * * *

Claire rolled over, murmuring. Sleep tugged at her, commanding she bury her face and ignore the light. Blake slammed a dresser drawer shut, his footsteps pounding across the floor.

Was he trying to rouse her with his noise?

Ughh. She hated waking. With a passion. If she had a choice, she’d work nights so she could cuddle in bed until noon, or whatever late afternoon hour was most pleasing.

Gradually, she opened her eyes. The green neon colors of the clock blinked Six-thirty, which gave her an hour to get to work. Plenty of time, though she was still quite tempted to play hooky, but couldn’t justify it since Blake wasn’t staying home.

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She threw aside the covers and sat. Ow. She was tender. Her pussy muscles had certainly gotten a well-deserved workout yesterday.

Blake walked out of the bathroom, a slight, almost evil grin tugging at his cheeks as he ran his gaze over her naked body. “Good. You’re awake.”

“Yeah. Someone—” She gave him a pretend irritated gaze. “Woke me.” Blake chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as if her were helpless. “I suppose I’m not used to being quiet for someone. Yet.”

“Yeah…” Her words trailed off as her mind wondered back to last night. She wasn’t used to sleeping naked, or waking for that matter, with a significant other either.

Last night had been glorious, being wrapped in his strength, his scent filling her every breath. She’d laid her head against his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart until she’d fallen asleep. Never had she felt closer to anyone, more in love, or loved, for that matter.

It was without a doubt worth being woken early.

Why did he have to have a class this morning? She’d much rather he’d come back to bed and cuddle in these silk sheets all morning and afternoon. If she had her way, they wouldn’t rise until the dinner hour.

Claire ran her hand through her knotted hair, accepting the inevitable. She might as well get moving “I need coffee and a shower.”

“The water’s hot. The coffee is made.” He lifted his chin, assessing her body from head to toe with his cerulean glare. “As soon as you finish, meet me in here. I have another gift for you.”

Anticipation filled Claire. Yet another naughty present? What could it be? He’d already given her nipple clamps and a paddle. What else could he possibly have up his sleeve?

Her body pulsed in response to the question, her nipples awakening, her cunt hungry to be filled.

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She was clueless. Had no idea what she could expect. But oh, how she wanted it.

Blake went to the closet and pulled out his standard uniform of crisp white cotton pants and a jacket. She watched as he added the black belt, delighting in how hot he looked dressed for karate.
Damn
. She wanted him again.

Her eyes roamed the length of his body, savoring the tight, sinewy muscles. His height. His strength. The way his every move was commanding and in charge. He never fumbled, never showed weakness.

Why had she never realized this before? How had she missed it?

As a finishing touch, he put on his black cowboy hat. Claire nearly lost it at the sight of the clashing accent to his karate outfit. Her pussy muscles tightened in response and her heart lifted, a warm, needy feeling coursing through her.

Did he have any idea how adorable he looked with it on? The way he made her want to simply sit here and stare at him, drinking up the sight of him?

Desire dripped from her, soaking her pussy. Every muscle in her body constricted with need. A shower was the last thing she wanted right now. Her mind screamed at her to lie back, to encourage his attentions.

Common sense battled desire. She was already late. She really needed to shower and get to work.

Slowly, she scooted off the bed and stood, loath to tear her eyes away from his sexy body. But she couldn’t follow after him and drool all day. With a deep breath, she forced herself to head to the bathroom.

* * * * *

Ten minutes later, Claire stepped from the steaming hot shower. She toweled her hair and allowed the rest of her body to drip-dry. Her mother had always sworn it was better for the skin.

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Blake walked in, carrying a small box wrapped in silver foil paper. Her gift. Her heart leapt and a rush of desire flooded her. She dropped her towel, unable to help her wide gaze as she looked at him. “Blake.”

“I need to leave for my class. But first…” He handed her the box and nodded for her to unwrap it.

Riddled with excitement, she slowly she peeled the corners, a part of her hardly able to contain herself, another almost scared.

She’d transformed from virgin to sex goddess awfully fast. Yet, with Blake, it came naturally.

She tore away the paper and opened the lid. In the box, amongst tissue, lay a clear purple toy with a curved tip, about the size of a finger. Was it a dildo? No. It couldn’t be. It was too small. Picking the jellylike thing up, she stared at it.

What did he intend to do? The question reverberated through her mind. What was this for? Why give it to her
now
?

“You look stunned.”

“I’m not quite sure…”

“Don’t worry. You’re about to find out.” He took the mysterious object from her, clutching it in his palm then grasping her arm with his other hand. He led her from the bathroom to the bed. The large flat of his palm on the small of her back encouraged her to bend over. Nervous, she followed his lead and leaned on the mattress.

He spread her ass cheeks wide open, kneeling between her legs. “Don’t move.” She held her body tense, waiting for whatever came next. He trailed the toy over her cunt, playing with her clit. His mouth joined in, licking her with slow laps. She arched against his tongue, wanting more, needing more.

Her nub pulsed as pleasure exploded in her, her labia afire with silky arousal. He pressed his tongue in her slit and swirled it around. She moaned, wriggling away. She couldn’t take it. His hand stayed her, the grip unyielding.

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To her shock, he pressed the toy into her anus, slowly entering the uncharted territory. Her clit pulsated, hot, irrational desire bursting in her. He inserted the toy to the limit, patted her bum and kissed her pussy one last time.

Then, to her even greater surprise, he stood. “There you go.” She remained bent, not sure what he meant. “What…?”

“It’s an anal plug. It’ll help get you ready. For me, later tonight.” He chuckled, low and deep. “I told you that you didn’t know the half of it yet.” He headed to the door, pausing in the threshold. “Don’t try to remove that or—”