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She pouts.
Fuck.
“One of the interesting points about the fourteenth week of pregnancy is an increase in libido,” she whispers.
Double. Fuck. “You want to go home and go to bed?”
She nods.
I hold her against me, and vow to get this right.
Chapter 19
Isabelle
Mack isquiet as he leads me to his bedroom, but his presence is anything but silent. He’s vibrating with the same ruthless energy that made me stop and stare at him in awe that first day—and now it’s wrapped around me.
“There are toiletries for you in the bathroom,” he says.
Magic that happened while we were out, I suppose.
“I’m going to get changed for bed.” His gaze rakes over me in that way that sets my skin ablaze. “I want you to sleep naked.”
And then he disappears into an adjacent dressing room. He leaves the door ajar, but I can see him undressing.
All righty.
I go to the bathroom. His toilet is insanely fancy. Bidet spray options, drying features, and it plays a little song for each setting, too.
The toothbrush that appeared next to the right-hand sink isn’t a disposable one, either. It’s a brand-new electric brush and there are three types of bespoke toothpastes on offer.
And someone thought I might like a seven-step skin care routine, too, which is five steps more than I usually do, butas I dab on a serum that makes my skin look dewy, I cannot complain.
Between the jetted shower this afternoon and this deluxe evening experience, I feel squeaky clean and pampered.
I’m still wearing my clothes, though.
“Walking out here naked is beyond me,” I announce when I join Mack again.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless but wearing black lounge pants that cling to his thick thighs and heavy hips.
His cock is clearly outlined, too, tenting the fabric.
But it’s the wide swathe of uncovered skin that I can’t stop looking at. He’s sobigwith his shirt off. His arms are like tree trunks, his shoulders like boulders.
And his broad barrel chest is dusted with dark hair that makes me want to tangle my fingers in it and tug.
“My eyes are up here,” he teases.
I jerk my face up, cheeks flaming.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
His expression says I have no reason to be. “Do you like what you see?”
I nod eagerly.
“That’s a relief.” He chuckles. “I wasn’t sure what you’d think of my old man body?—”
