A FEW MONTHS LATER ROBERT “Are you ready for your surprise, my love?” Renee's sweet voice filled the bedroom. I started to reply, but the short charged-up intro to one of our favorite songs cut me off. You don't have to be beautiful, to turn me on, Prince’s smooth, breathy voice drifted from the speakers. Then a sharp crack sliced through the air, and I quirked a brow from beneath my blindfold from where I sat on the bed. Was that … a whip? My lips twitched. What was my girl up to? It was the weekend, which usually meant giving in to whatever unpredictable whim Renee’s pregnancy brain dreamed up. But I never expected today's whim would start with me getting tied up and blindfolded. Though it upended my rule of always being in control in the bedroom—as I was the one who set the tone, who gave the orders, who dictated when and where to use the toys if I so desired—whatever my girl wanted, she got. “Baby girl—” “Shhh,” she said as she approached me. “Don't speak. Yet.” The bed dipping told me she'd climbed onto the mattress and was now beside me. Her hand snakedup my chest and in one soft caress, she tugged at the blindfold. “I will take this off now, but don’t open your eyes. Understand, Mr. Clarke?” I nodded. “Good, good.” She sighed happily and placed a kiss on my throat before pulling the knot free with a pop. I almost peeked ... however ... “Don't!” she hissed, slapping my thighs. “Or you'll be punished severely.” “Ohhhh!” A chuckle escaped me. “Is that what the whip is for?”“Maybe.” “Hmm. But you can't punish me, baby.” “Dare me.” Her words were a challenge, but the smirk I knew accompanying them betrayed her playfulness. I chuckled again. “You don't have one bone of torture in your body, my love. And when we finally get down to business, it won't take but a second to have you writhing and moaning under me.” “You naughty man!” She gasped, slipping off the bed. “It's been a while since you had me under you, though,” she added—a subtle reminder that her growing belly made it impossible for me to take her the way I wanted. On the doctor's recommendation, we'd been sticking to safer positions of late. The sound of her footsteps receding filled the air. “Open your eyes.” I obeyed. And what I saw took my breath away. “Holy shit, baby!” Renee stood in some kind of sexy stripper outfit—a fire-red two-piece and a see-through wrap-aroundskirt accentuating her peachy ass. How did she manage to look so ridiculous yet absolutely ravishing at the same fucking time? “Like what you see?” She placed her hands on her hips and turned her neck to the right, slanting me a look that crossed between seductive and daring. “Like?” If the tent in my trousers was any sign, I more than liked it. “I love it.” She spun around and twisted her hips in a sexycircular motion. “Guess what I'm about to do tonight?” Oh, I had a good guess alright. The outfit was a dead giveaway and her moves ... I almost laughed. “A strip tease. You're mimicking Nancy Callahan,” I said, referring to the stripper from Sin City—the movie she recently forced me to watch with her. She threw her head back and laughed. “Nice try. But Miss Callahan could never do the things I'm about to do to you, baby.”“Oh, yeah?” “Oh yeah,” she repeated, slowly stepping forward. She took my hand and guided me up from the bed. In the center of the room, she'd placed a chair and,still shaking her hips to the music, she pushed me onto it. Her hands were on my thighs in an instant, spreading them open. “Welcome to what will be the hottest night of your life, Mr. Clarke.” On cue, the bedroom lights turned blue. “Where did you …” the words died on my tongue. She’d taken off the wrap-around skirt, revealing crotchless panties and blazing hot red fishnet stockings. My eyes traveled down her legs. I sucked in a breath as she dropped down, twerking her weight in time with the song’s rhythm. “Fuck, baby girl,” I hissed. I almost closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure, but stopped at the last second. I couldn't miss a move. And she was right. This was no Nancy Callahan strip tease. No. This was much better. Her ass continued to jiggle. The way she effortlessly carried her body despite being heavily pregnant never ceased to amaze me. “You’re killing me, baby girl.” “Am I?” She stopped twerking and turned around, wiggling her boobs at me. She dragged her fingers across the soft mounds and tilted forward. She was so close now I could breathe her in. I wanted so badly to look—no sniff—down her cleavage. But the warning look she gave me as she rubbed her breasts told me I’d better not. Humor danced in her pupils. She was teasing me. “God, Renee …” Oblivious to my inner turmoil, she leaned further, so much so that her boobs were now completely in my face. With little effort, she threw her leg over my left, resting her feet on either side of my legs, and draped her hand over my neck. “You’re killing me,” I said again, struggling to swallow. “Touch me.” I wasted no time, my hands landing on her waist. “Slide your hand down a little babe,” she ordered me. I did. Suddenly, she spun around and went to her knees, thrusting her hips up until her butt cheeks were in my face. “Fuck!” I cursed. “Fuck! You smell like cherries. You smell ... fuck ... I want to taste you so bad.” She didn't say anything. She didn't need to. “Gosh, I didn't know you had this in you,” I grumbled. “All of this creativity and steaminess you've brought to our sex life. Where the hell did you learn it from?” The question was rhetorical, but also genuine. The few months following my proposal, our sex life had been nothing short of explosive. The meek and shy girl I'd met on that beach a year ago was long gone. And in her place was a sex goddess—a bold, vivacious and insatiably hormonal pregnant sex goddess. Where did she come from? “My God!” “Mm-hmm,” she hummed, letting me do the talking while she kept dancing. “I don't think I'm going to give you any breathing space after you give birth.” “What?” “I’d knock you up again in a heartbeat. Because this version of you—” I struggled to finish as I watched her hands run sensually all over her body “—it's my favorite.” Damn right it was. “Yeah?” “Yeah.”“Well …” She crept backward now and, turning, threw her leg over mine again. She thrust her hip, teasing me with the scent of her pussy. I could see the mound of her cunt peeking through. I brought my tongue out, wanting to lick it, but she moved away. “Not so fast, Mr. Clarke.” She tsked. “I'm not done dancing.” “Damnit Renee, I can't hold back anymore,” She turned to me and our eyes locked. I hoped she could see my impatience. I think she did. Because she clicked her fingers andsaid, “Alright.” “Alright?” She clicked her fingers again. The music changed. “I’ve tortured you enough,” she added and dropped to her knees. In one swift move, she had my trousers and boxer briefs off. Her hands found my dick and— “Fuccccck!” Her eyes slid to mine innocently as her tongue darted out. I heard a small chuckle leave her throat as she got to work, using her tongue to make my already stiff dick stiffer. With one hand gripping my thigh, she took me in so deep I feared she’d choke. What in the fucking hell was this energy? “God, baby girl. What's going on today?” She didn't reply. Just kept sucking hard on my dick.I knew if I let her, she’d make me bust in her mouth. “Renee …” No answer. “Renee …” Still nothing. That was it. I gently gripped her hair and forced her face up. She grumbled, her swollen, wet lips pouting as she looked at me.“You just can't let me have this moment, huh?” she murmured against my lips when I kissed her. I groaned. “You're still going to have it. I just need to be inside you. That's all.” “Okay,” With a single nod from her, I undressed her. We walked to bed together, and I was the first to fall onto the mattress. Leaning in, I pressed soft, lingering kisses to her belly before pulling off my shirt. “Come here.” A soft smile curved her lips as she climbed on and lay beside me, her back pressed to my front. I spooned her, pulling her close. This was our favorite position at the moment. I let out another groan as she reached from behind, taking my already poking length, guiding me easily into her wet heat. “Oh, baby girl,” I grunted, sinking in. “Yes, daddy,” she moaned. She tilted her neck slightly, looking at me and I caught her lips in mine. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she moaned in my mouth. She moved her hips, encouraging movement. “No, let me.” My hand found her right hip, stopping her. “Let me pay you back for that incredibly sexy dance.” She tried to laugh, but it came out as another moan. I hissed, my thrusts starting slow, then becoming deeper and more erratic as she clenched around me. I pressed kisses to her hair, her neck, her shoulder. I sucked on her earlobe and muttered sweet words to her. Soon, she became a whimpering, pleasure-filled mess. “I ... I want to be on top of ... you,” she croaked out. “I want …” “Then be on top.” I changed our position so fast, she gasped loudly. Her nails grazed my chest as I grabbed her hips and lifted her onto me. “Oh, that was swift.” "Yeah.” God ... she felt so different now that she was on top. So warm, so good. “Are you okay?”“Yes.” “Okay, good.” I slid my hands up her thighs, over her pregnancy-thickened waist, across her tummy where I felt one of the babies kick—she giggled when that happened. Finally reaching for her pussy, I flicked her clit, drawing another giggle from her. She jerked and moved faster, riding me. I let out a string of curses. I could feel both of us getting close. Fuck. “You ... feel so good, baby girl. I'm going to—” I came instantly, releasing deep inside her. She followed moments after, letting go with a cry, her walls tightening around me as she orgasmed—hard. And then she screamed. I suddenly felt a gush against my thighs. It was warm. Wet. There was a lot of it. For a second, I thought she'd squirted. But the sheer amount had my heart stopping. “Wait ... baby ... what was that?” I glanced down at the wetness spreading across the bed. What the—? The wetness kept coming. Spreading fast. I looked back at her. She said nothing, but the look on her face said everything. Her eyes were wide, mouth slack, and her hand circled her stomach in a frantic motion as her body kept twitching beneath mine. No. No way. This couldn't be what I was thinking.Could it? “Is that—” “Robert …” she cut me off, shaking her head before dropping the bomb. “I ... I think my water just broke.”