Servicing the Target (Masters of the Shadowlands #10)(72)

“Since I don’t start work until later this evening, I can babysit the imp.” As if that would be a hardship. “We’ll rock and read in one of the second floor rooms.”

“You’ll get bored,” Jessica protested.

“I always have a book in my bag. Just give me the diaper bag, and you’ll have two baby-free hours.”

“That’d be great,” Jessica said. Then her face clouded. “But he still won’t—”

“Now this is what I think you should do… Consider it a win-win, since even if he doesn’t cooperate, you’ll get off.”





“Jessica?” Zachary called quietly, not wanting to wake the baby—or his wife—if they were sleeping.

He tossed his cell phone on a folder on the dining room table and went in search.

The living room was empty.

Zachary pushed open the door to the master bedroom and heard soft music. The curtains were drawn, and the only light came from the scented candles around the room.

Jessica stood at the foot of the bed, wearing a black waist cincher with garters, dark fishnet stockings, heels…and nothing else.

All the blood in his body surged into his cock.

Her shining blonde hair, even longer than when he’d first met her, tumbled over her bare shoulders and down her back, begging for a man’s hand. His hand.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Oh. Hey.”

Her waist flared into her beautifully full hips, setting her round, white ass on display. His fingers curved, already feeling the smooth skin against his palm. He had to clear his throat before he could speak. “There’s a week yet to go.”

She sniffed. “That’s according to the male doctor who doesn’t have any children. Because he doesn’t have any girl parts. My midwife, who I talked to today, has cleared me for sex since I’m no longer spotting.”

“Indeed.” Anticipation revved Zachary’s pulse even as he kept his tone even. He had in his possession two differing medical opinions. Both sources—MD and midwife—were respected authorities. Much as he wanted his wife, he wouldn’t risk hurting her.

She’d been hurt enough. His memories of her labor were far too clear, and, no matter how unreasonable, he felt as guilty as if he’d caused the appalling pain. Odd how he could watch a sadist work over a masochist without a worry, but to see his wife—his submissive—hurting so badly that she’d screamed had shaken him to the bone. He shook his head at the memory.

“I see,” she snapped. “Well, no problem, Master. Since you won’t let me play with your cock, I found one of my own.”

From the bed, she picked up a…dildo. And a vibrator.

“Jessica.” His voice came out a growl.

“Don’t worry; I checked,” she said. “When I called Fay, she said I could keep myself as happy as I wanted.” Holding his gaze, she flipped the vibrator on, held it against her clit, and…moaned.

At his sudden rise of lust, the entire bedroom blurred out of existence for a second.

Damned if he—

His phone rang from the dining room.

Jessica waved a hand at him. “Go. I don’t need you.”

Even though he knew her words were based in her own anger, they still hurt. He hesitated, considered ignoring the phone call. He couldn’t. “I have a patient being admitted to the hospital, pet. I have to hand him off properly and give a report. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She snapped “fine” in a tone that meant it was anything but fine.

His body shouted a protest as he left the room.

It only took two minutes to give the admitting physician a rundown.

Calling the obstetrician and pinning him down took more time. But, when Zachary told him that Jessica was no longer spotting and that the midwife had okayed intercourse, the doctor gave his go-ahead as well.

“Excellent. Thank you.” As Zachary turned the phone off, he had to reach down and adjust his straining cock. It’d probably been a couple of decades since he’d gone for more than a week without sex. He missed touching and holding. Missed the way Jessica would yield under his hands. The way sex with her was an affirmation of joy. Of love.

He glanced at the baby monitor as he entered the bedroom. No noise from there; Sophia must be asleep.

And the only sound in the room was the vibrator humming away.

His stubborn little wife hadn’t been bluffing. Eyes closed, she had her hands on her * as she lay on the bed with her legs spread. The dildo rested on her stomach. Her fingers were slick as she played with herself, applying the vibrator at intervals to make herself last.

He watched for a minute. He’d never seen anything as purely seductive as his wife making love to herself. He’d loved her round body before she was pregnant. When she was pregnant. And now as well. If anything, his desire for her had only grown.

“Jessica.”

Her eyes popped open.

“I called the doctor. He—”

“He can go to hell.” Her face was turning the clear red of an infuriated blonde.

“Kitten, the doctor said—”

“I don’t give a damn. I don’t give a damn about anything you say either, you-you * Dom.” She picked up the dildo and threw it violently. At him.