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“Is that a threat?” he teases.
“You’re damn right it’s a threat. This is all your fault! You’re the one that knocked me up! The only reason I can’t fit into this dress is because of you.”
“You think it serves me right?” His hand slides up my leg until it disappears under my dress.
I swallow hard. “Maybe…”
He smirks, his fingers stroking around my thigh. “Then I think it’s time we got you out of that dress. Don’t you agree?” Right on cue, he slips his fingers between my legs.
I yelp, ripping myself away from him.
“No,” I say in a choked voice. “I want to sit here and finish my ice cream like normal people.”
“We’re not normal people. And you’re too uncomfortable in that dress to enjoy anything right now, anyway. Come,roza.”
“Make me.”
A wicked smile spreads across his face. “It would be my pleasure.”
45
ARSEN
My cock is straining in my pants as I drive us back to the house in silence. My hand drifts up and down Laila’s thigh, and I can make out her blush even in the darkness.
We don’t say much. There isn’t anything left to talk about.
When we get to the house, I stop her trying to get out of the car herself and take her into my arms instead.
“I can walk!” She shoves weakly at my chest, but I don’t miss the way her hand fists in the collar of my shirt.
“I’m shocked you can move at all with all that stubbornness weighing you down.”
“Hello, Mr. Pot? I’m Mrs. Kettle. Pleasure to meet you.”
The house is dark as we make our way upstairs. She opens the bedroom door, and I kick it closed behind us.
We’ve made it all this way, but the bed is too far. The couch is closer. I set her down there before I step back and start to undress myself.
I ditch my jacket and shirt, and her pupils dilate, black eating away the periwinkle. As I drop my pants, her gaze follows unapologetically.
Her tongue darts out from between her plump, pink lips, and she reaches for me. But I catch her hand and shake my head.
“What are you doing?” she whines.
“I’m going to make you comfortable if it’s the last thing I do.” Clad in only my boxer briefs, I peel the straps of her dress down her arms, letting the material bunch around her waist.
She curls her arms around her body, trying to cover herself.
“No.” I encircle her wrists and gently pry them away. “I want to see all of you,roza.”
“There’s a lot to see these days,” she mutters.
“You’re carrying my child,” I remind her. “Nothing could be more beautiful.”
She meets my eyes, and there’s a flash of determination there as she slips further down the couch. She kneels in front of me, her mouth perfectly aligned with my erection.
This wasn’t the plan, but…
