Moonlighter (The Company, #1)(75)

“Well, sure,” I stammer. “I really miss your cock. But on the other hand, I’m so—” It’s just dawning on me that getting naked in front of Eric might be embarrassing. The sports bra I’m wearing could shelter a small village. “I’m a bloated whale.”

“Maybe I have a thing for oversized marine life.” He kisses me again. Then his hand dips into my yoga pants, coasting over my ass.

And I stop worrying, at least temporarily, because I lose my train of thought. Eric kisses the way he does everything else—with understated skill and intelligence. And great reflexes. His hands mold and press. His fingers tease my skin, while his tongue stokes me toward heat and heaven.

“You’re a crazy man,” I moan between kisses.

“Where I come from that’s a compliment. Unzip me, Engels. You know you want to.”

He isn’t wrong. And after considering the idea for at least a half second, I fumble for the button on his jeans. If Eric Bayer wants to give this pregnant lady one more fun night, who am I to argue?

It’s awfully bright in here, though. There’s still a part of me who worries that he’ll get one look at my round body and run for the door. “This might be awkward,” I warn him.

“Why? Do you have a cat who likes to watch?”

“What? No!” I let out a nervous giggle. “But…I can’t be on my stomach. And I’m not supposed to lie on my back. And up against the door is a nonstarter…” I wiggle away from him and shut off the bedside lamp, plunging us into relative darkness.

“You are thinking way too hard,” he says, grasping my T-shirt and lifting it over my head. “But thank you for wearing elastic pants.” He grabs those and tugs them off, too.

His next kiss shuts me up, which is a relief to both of us. I am thinking way too hard. It’s my superpower.

But not for long. My hands are too busy pushing down his jeans and boxers. And then my palm finds his erection, with his hard, hot shaft against my hand.

“Now we’re talking.” His voice is a rough scrape. He sheds his T-shirt, tossing it to the floor.

And now I’m just a little bit sorry I turned out the light, because I’m becoming reacquainted with his impressive abs. I’m on all fours now, tracing my lips across his tight stomach, inhaling the scent of his skin.

Eric kicks off his shoes and pushes his jeans all the way off. Yes. And when I dip my chin and take his cockhead into my mouth, he lets out a happy grunt.

“Fuck yes.” His hands are in my hair. “Take more.”

I moan my assent, and then try to do just that. The truth is that I never enjoyed this before I did it for Eric. It was a part of sex that was expected rather than enjoyed.

But Eric makes me feel like a sex queen as he groans and shifts his hips. I relax my throat and take him as deeply as I dare, and the noises he makes are everything to me.

“Jesus fuck. Yes. Hell,” he babbles as I hollow out my cheeks and suck. It’s the sexiest thing I ever heard. I don’t know why he wants me so badly. It’s not because of my money, or connections. It’s sure as hell not for my giant, pregnant body.

But God it’s nice to be desired like this. To be craved. I’m having some cravings of my own. It’s not clear to me how they’re going be fulfilled. It won’t be easy, but I’m already having fun.

“Better stop that soon,” Eric rasps.

I release him with a wet pop, because I can’t wait to see what he’ll do next.

“Come here,” he says, slapping my ass. “Lose these panties. And that bra.”

“Not the bra,” I say quickly. My breasts are too heavy and tender.

“Suit yourself. Just get over here. I need to touch you.” He punctuates this statement by running a hand between my legs, over the fabric of my panties.

And my breath hitches as the damp silk brushes against my overheated body.

“You’re soaked,” he groans. “Get over here.”

I step onto the floor to shed the panties. “Better brace yourself,” I joke. “Just like you’d do on the ice before a dangerous hit.”

“Oh, please. Bracing is a bad strategy. It’s better to absorb the impact. Like this.” He tugs my hips until I join him on the mattress again. And then I’m straddling him. He lowers me down until I’m crouching over his thighs. “Oh hell yes. God,” he adds as his fingers make contact with my pussy, which is already ripe and wet.

I moan shamelessly. Even this light touch makes me want to yell his name. “I…I don’t know how you’re going to pull this off,” I gasp. “But I need it so badly.”

He clicks his tongue. “I know you do. Is it okay for the baby?”

“It must be,” I say quickly. “The baby is already acquainted with my vibrator.”

His hand goes still on my body. “Alex,” he rasps. “Do you fuck yourself and think of me?”

I brace my hands on his shoulders and lean my achy body into his palm. “Sometimes,” I hedge. “Okay. Definitely.” I’m glad it’s dark in here so he can’t see my face turn red.

But Eric doesn’t laugh. He’s too busy sitting up, grabbing his cock, and lining it up beneath me. And I lower my hungry body down, welcoming him inside for the first time in months. I feel my muscles clench around him.