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“Let’s see,” the doctor says, taking a look at the ultrasound images. “Everything is looking good. You’ve been on pelvic rest for almost four weeks now, and that’s usually the recommended time. I’m going to go ahead and clear you today. I’m not seeing any real risks and your placenta has moved up.”

I exchange a glance with Tessa.

“Does this mean I can fly?” she asks.

The doctor nods. “I don’t see why not. I wouldn’t consider you at-risk, so you’re safe to fly up to thirty-six weeks. You can always call the office if you have concerns. Take a copy of your health record with you, and I can provide proof of your due date just in case the airline needs it.” She glances at me then back at Tessa. “Where are you planning to go?”

“We’re hopping a plane to Vegas to get married,” Tessa says proudly, her eyes on me as she squeezes my hand.

I grin, and I pull her hand to my lips.

“Congratulations,” the doctor says, a smile on her lips, too. “Enjoy your trip.” She winks at Tessa. “And the honeymoon.”

“So sex is okay?” Tessa asks, and her cheeks redden with mortification that she just asked that question.

The doctor smiles. “Totally okay. In fact, sometimes it can help get labor moving. You’re safe to resume normal activity.”

Tessa asks a few more questions, and then the doctor leaves.

I raise a brow. “No more pelvic rest, huh?”

A smile tips her lips. “Ever think of getting nasty in an obstetrician’s office?”

“Only in my wildest fantasies,” I murmur. She’s still wearing the paper gown the doctor handed over. “I mean, you’re already naked.”

She laughs. “True, but I don’t have doctor office fantasies. I do, however, have fantasies about every room in our new house.”

“Then get your sweet ass in the car so we can start christening all of them,” I growl.

She doesn’t hesitate.

The twenty-five minute drive home feels endless, but my tires squeal as I pull into the driveway. I cut the engine and jump out of the car, and Tessa’s giggling at me as she climbs calmly out of the passenger seat.

“What?” I ask.

“You just seem like you’re in a rush,” she says as she moves around the car toward the front porch, where my key is already being shoved into the door to unlock it.

“I am.” I pause what I’m doing and I turn toward her. I lower my lips toward her neck and press a kiss there, and then I murmur softly into her ear. “It’s been almost four weeks since I’ve been inside you, and I can’t wait another second.”

Her cheeks flush. “I can’t, either. But I’m still a little nervous.”

I turn back toward the door and open it, holding my hand out for her to go first. “The doctor cleared you, babe. She said you’re safe to resume activity, remember?”

She nods and squirms a little as she steps to move past me and into the house. She pauses in front of me, her body close and her lips touching mine softly. “Let’s do it.”

That’s all I need to hear. I move through the door and kick it shut behind me, and I haul her into my arms. My lips crash down to hers, and she squeals at the sudden movement. “Where first?” I ask.

“Don’t care,” she mumbles between kisses, her mouth never leaving mine.

I break from her long enough to kneel down and slide her panties down her legs. She’s wearing a dress today, perfect for what I have planned, and I reach under her dress and slide my fingers up her thighs and right into her folds.

She’s slick with wet heat, and I plunge a finger in.

“Oh God,” she says, grabbing onto the top of my head to steady herself.

I lift her dress and stick my head under it. It’s dark under here, but I need to taste her.

She widens her stance as I spread her pussy with my fingers and slide my tongue through her.

“Oh fuck,” I hum against her. “You taste so fucking good.”

She jolts when I touch my tongue to her clit, and I suck on it as I thrust my finger back in.

I drive my finger in and out as I duck out from under the dress, and her head is tipped back in pleasure as I finger her.

I remove my hand from her body and move to a stand, where I unbuckle my belt, lower my zipper, and pull out my cock.

I stroke it a few times, the tip glistening with my arousal, and then I let go, taking both her hands in mine. I sit on the couch in the front room then guide her down so she sets her legs on either side of me. I grasp my cock again as she positions herself over me. I slide in, and we both grunt at the feel of being connected in this way again.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting weeks for this. It’s even better than I remember,” I say softly. She’s slick with need for me, for this, and I move my hands to her ass and help guide her up and down so her legs don’t have to do all the work.

“You feel so good, too,” she says, her words a little tentative like she isn’t used to talking during sex. “You make me so wet.” She closes her eyes and tips her head back, enjoying the moment.

I’m surprised when the words slip out of my mouth. “Look at me.”

Her eyes fly open and connect with mine. Hers are hazy with desire, and it’s a real turn-on to see how hot she is for me.

“Good girl,” I murmur, and her face contorts with pleasure, like I just gave her a tiny orgasm with my words of praise.

I go for more, voicing all the words I’m thinking. “Your body is so fucking incredible, Tessa.”

“Keep doing what you’re doing,” she cries on moan.

I allow one of my pinky fingers to inch over toward her ass, and she squirms a little on top of me as a bit of uncertainty moves through her eyes. The shift in her movement causes my balls to seize, and I want to slow this down. I have to slow this down. I want it to last forever, but if that’s not an option, just a little longer.

I inch my finger over a little more, and I graze against the hole there. She closes her eyes as she groans, and I can tell she likes it.

“Eyes on me,” I say.

Her eyes fly open again, and there’s a need in them that was absent before. I push my pinky in, and her mouth forms an O as I pull it out. A high-pitched squeak comes out of her, and then she really starts to move, riding me harder as I move my pinky in and out of her.

“Someday I’ll fuck you there,” I murmur, and my words are enough to send her flying over the edge.

“Oh God, Tristan, I’m coming, I’m coming,” she cries out, and she fights to keep her eyes on mine as she comes. I watch her face as it twists in the sweet agony of release, and I feel her body tighten over my cock as she hits her climax, the contractions doing something incredible to me that sends me into my own release.

I pump up into her, a loud roar filling the room as I allow my finger to slip out of her so I can hold on tightly. I keep my eyes on hers the whole time so she can see me through my release, too, and it’s a beautifully intimate moment I’ve never experienced before.

When it’s all over, she lifts off me and settles onto the couch beside me, her panties still on the floor.

“Well, that’s one room christened,” she says.

I chuckle. “One new piece of furniture broken in.” I wrench my arm behind her so I can pull her in closer to me. “God, I missed that. I missed you .”

“I missed you, too,” she says, and she tips her head back to press a kiss to my jaw.

“What did you think of the pinky?” I ask.

She shifts so she’s not looking at me as she answers. “I liked it.”

“It’s okay to look at me when you say it,” I say softly. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I’ve never done that before, but it was…really freaking hot.”

I chuckle. “The way your eyes heated over when I did it confirmed that, but I never want to do anything your uncomfortable with.”

She shakes her head. “I wasn’t uncomfortable. And I might be interested in trying that again.”

“Your wish is my command. Can I get you anything?” I ask.

“Well, you did just fill me with nearly four weeks’ worth of your build-up, except for that one punishment plus whatever handies you’ve given yourself, so I’d like to use the restroom before I ruin our new couch.”

I can’t help my laugh. I tuck my dick back into my boxers then stand. I reach out a hand to pull her up, and she accepts my help before practically running to the bathroom.

A smile tips my lips as a wave of love rushes through me.

I love our life together. I love her .

I laugh out loud even though I’m alone in the room.

I’ve never had a woman dart out of the room after sex because she was afraid she was going to ruin furniture with all the come I left inside her, but that’s one of the things I love about Tessa Taylor. She’s herself, and she’s one hundred percent real with me all the time.

And that is what the foundation of our future is being built upon.

A wave of guilt hits me.

I’ve told her I don’t need to know more about the seven years we spent apart, and a big reason why is so that I could hide my own secrets. The thing with Tiffany, the third floor of the club and the aftercare thing…these are things Tessa is better off not knowing. They’re things in my history I’m ashamed of, and they don’t matter now, anyway…much like the things she did in our time apart don’t matter to me.

But if we’re building a foundation of trust before we get married in a few days’ time, she deserves the truth.

All of it.