Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
As Dominic drives us through the city toward the upmarket houses, my hand twitches as though compelling me to reach across and grab onto his manhood.
To stroke him and make him as hard as he was last night, give him pleasure as explosive as he gave me.
My sex tingles as though getting ready to take him, his massive throbbing lust, to go on top and lead the way.
“This is it,” I’ll whisper in his ear as his hands smooth lovingly over my back. “I bet you’re going to get me pregnant.”
Jasper sits in the back seat, looking similar to Shelby – they’re brothers – except his legs are regular Corgi length, and he doesn’t have any genetic mutations on his ears. He props his paws on the door, looking out the window, yapping occasionally.
“Is somebody excited?” I say, smiling and reaching back, tickling him behind the ear.
He grins up at me.
“You’re going to make a great mother,” Dominic says.
I turn back, my heart picking up pace. It’s like Dominic’s read my mind, the same way he did in the office when he told me not to be self-conscious about my appearance.
He winces as though he regrets saying it, stubbornly staring at the road even as we stop at a red light.
“Because I love dogs so much?” I murmur.
“I don’t know,” he says, voice low, husky. “Just the way you were acting then. I could imagine you with a kid, that’s all. But I should be careful with comments like that. It’s not like I know if you want children or not.”
“I do,” I say fiercely.
He glances at me. His expression is difficult to read, his powerful eyes making me want to believe he’s talking about us having children together instead of just making conversation.
“No hesitation there,” he smirks, then turns back to the road. “Are we talking one, five, one hundred? And how soon would you like them?”
My hands move over my belly as though I can already feel the beginnings of a life together.
It’s like our first child is already growing beautifully and steadily inside of me and so eager to come out and meet his or her Mom and Dad.
Eager to meet Dominic and me.
“I’m not sure,” I tell him. “I guess that’s something I’d want to talk to my partner about. But I’ve always seen myself as somebody who would someday become a mother. It’s actually pretty difficult to imagine a future where I don’t have kids. I know it may not happen for me….”
“Why do you say that?” he cuts in, with that passionate – or maybe pissed – tone.
“I don’t know. Life gets in the way. There are other possible issues. Not everybody’s lucky enough to be able to have kids.”
“I know you will.”
His arms are tensing, pulsing even more than they were before, as though some deep need within him is attempting to break free.
But I have to remind myself I could be misreading the signs, letting my overpowering desire take hold of me, forcing me to project my wants onto him.
“How do you know?” I ask.
“I can feel it,” he says.
“Feel it…how?”
He laughs gruffly. “I don’t know how. I can’t explain any of this. But I can feel it. For the record, I hope your future partner wants as many as you.”
I sit back. It’s like being doused with icy water, jolting me awake and dragging me from the dream.
Future partner.
That implies that it won’t be him.
Otherwise, he would’ve said something like… “I want as many kids as you do.”
“Me too,” I say, moving my hands from my belly, reminding myself to have some common sense.
Okay, so the impossible has happened. Dominic wants me on some level.
He enjoys kissing me.
He enjoys the intimate side of our…our what? I can’t call it a relationship.
Fine, he enjoys the sexual side.
But he’s not thinking all that other stuff, the thoughts dominating my mind.
“What about you?” I ask aware bitterness forces the words, not caring. “Would you ever have more kids?”
Another red light, as if fate is conspiring to give us precious moments in which to stare at each other, into each other. He does so now, sunlight filtering in and making the silver in his hair shine as though telling me to drag my fingernails through it.
“Yeah,” he says. “I would.”
He leaves it at that…leaves me to match his two statements, the first about my future partner and the second about his willingness to have more children.
Which means he is open to the idea but not with me.
What exactly are we doing together?
I almost ask the question, but something stops me, maybe the thought of Dominic telling me we’re doing nothing more than getting physically close.
Sure, there are some nice words along the way, a little intimacy.
But mostly, he just wants to take my virginity. He wants to get that over with.