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  And it had been fun. So much fun. I remembered tons of weekends where I’d be celebrating time off from classes and they’d be celebrating the end of a work week. I’d dance until my feet were sore and sweat was dripping down the back of my neck, my body pressed against James on the dance floor. His hands possessive on my hips, the small of my back, my ass. Like he was claiming me even with our clothes on.

  God, I’d lived for those nights. It made all the late night studying and cramming for tests worth it. I hadn’t expected that time of my life to be so short lived. I put my hand on my stomach. A wonderful albeit unexpected surprise. Now we usually just went to a restaurant and caught up. Which was fun too. I loved seeing our friends. But I missed the dancing sometimes.

  “Let’s not get ready quite yet,” I said. I closed my laptop, placed it on the coffee table, and then moved so I was straddling James. “First we should celebrate you finishing your first week teaching again, Professor Hunter.”

  He smiled as his eyes locked with mine.

  Yup, there were stars in his eyes. Well, not really stars. More like a hunger. I loved when he looked at me like that. Like he was starving and I was the only thing that would satiate him.

  “You know…whenever you call me that, I want to call you Miss Taylor.” He placed his hand on the side of my face. “But I much prefer calling you Mrs. Hunter.”

  “It’s much sexier to be a forbidden student than a boring housewife. Call me Miss Taylor again and see what happens.” I was going to devour every inch of him.

  “Boring? Hardly. I’m happier now that you’re my wife. And you get sexier every day.”

  I laughed. “About that. I was thinking…things are going to be very different once the baby gets here.”

  “Yeah. We’ll have a little you running around.”

  I shook my head. “It’s going to be a boy, James.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  I smiled. “Either way…everything will be different. I’ll look different.”

  “Right. Sexier.” His hand slid down the side of my neck. “Since you look sexier every day.”

  “You’re incorrigible. You know what I mean, James. Stretch marks.”

  “You don’t have any yet.”

  I shook my head. “He’s barely a bump. I’m sure I’ll get them.”

  “And I’m sure I’ll love them.” His hand wandered down, past my breasts, to rest on my stomach. “They’ll remind me about the gift you’re about to give me.”

  It was the perfect thing to say. But I didn’t really believe him. “They’ll be ugly.”

  “No. They won’t.”

  I exhaled slowly. “Some women’s feet grow.”

  “That’s okay. Your feet are too small if anything.”

  I laughed. He just wasn’t getting it. “I’ll have leaky boobs.”

  “Leaky boobs?” He put his hands on my breasts. “I don’t think that sounds right. Because I’ve been doing some research and I’ve read they get even bigger.”

  I laughed.

  “And that the milk is rather sweet. I’m kind of excited to try that.”

  I laughed harder. “No, that’s so weird.”

  “Is it?” He pulled down the front of my tank top. I refused to wear a bra while I was writing. I needed to be comfortable in order to work. So when he pulled down my tank top, there was nothing to hide my exposed breasts. “You don’t seem to mind when I suck on them now.” His lips fell to my nipple. But instead of being gentle, he bit down and tugged.

  Jesus. It was like the action had a direct line to my clit.

  He slowly swirled his tongue around my nipple.

  “James.” I was trying to get his attention, but his name was more of a moan. I couldn’t help it. His mouth was magical.

  He shifted forward, letting us fall to the couch. He was careful to catch himself so that he wouldn’t smush me. Although, I was pretty sure he was more worried about smushing our unborn child. I loved when he was rough with me, and I could already see him being more tentative. Things were already changing.

  He tilted his hips, pressing his erection against me.

  I desperately wanted to just rip his clothes off. But I had something important to stay. I put my hand on his chest before he went any further. “Wait, this is important. What I was trying to say was that we should really make every moment special before the baby is born. Especially the holidays. All the holidays should be extra sexy. Really, all our days should just be riddled with sex. Five months of crazy seduction. Before my body is ruined.”

  He smiled down at me.

  God I loved that smile. I’m pretty sure my heart still skipped a beat whenever he flashed his smile at me. I hoped it never stopped. “Does that sound good?”

  “Are you seriously asking me if I want all holidays and all days to be extra sexy? Because that’s a ridiculous question. Of course my answer is yes. I’ll take your five months of seduction. But I raise you a lifetime of it.” He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss against my lips. “Because your body is not going to be ruined.”

  “What if it is?” I knew James loved me with all his heart. I knew that. And yet…I was a lot younger than him. He fell in love with me in part because of the way I looked. Yes, we were perfect for each other. But our sexual tension is what started everything. Hence the three sex scenes in my book so far.

  “I will love you always and forever. Even when we’re both old and gray.”

  “You’ll be old and gray a lot sooner than me.”

  “Very funny.” His fingers found the waistband of my sweatpants. “I should punish you for that comment.”

  I was already wet. I was always ready for him. Just being in the same room as him had me practically soaked.

  His hand dipped lower, sliding underneath my thong. He groaned when his fingers lightly touched me. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

  I lifted my hips slightly. God, I needed him. Just one light touch and it was like I was dying for more.

  “Too bad it’ll have to wait.” He removed his hand from my skin and stood up.

  “What?” I stared at the tent that was forming in his sweatpants. It wasn’t like I was the only one that wanted this right now. “Come on, we can make it quick.” I sat up and reached out for him, but he caught my hands in his.

  “I’m not doing quick with you tonight.” He dropped my hands. “Besides, you’ll be even sexier in…” he looked at his watch “…three or four hours.”

  I gaped at him.

  He ran his thumb along my bottom lip. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be dying for it too. Tonight I’ll show you that I won’t be old and gray for a long time.” He slid his thumb into my mouth and groaned when I sucked on it. “Tonight is going to be fun.”

  “Mhm,” I said around his thumb.

  He exhaled slowly. “You should probably get dressed.”

  I swirled my tongue around his thumb.

  “Penny.”

  If he was going to torture me all night, the least I could do was torture him back.

  He pulled his thumb out of my mouth, trailing it down the side of my chin. “In a few hours it’ll be my cum dripping down your chin.”

  I swallowed hard. “Is that a promise?”

  He nodded and then grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it off. He tossed it at me.

  I laughed and caught his shirt. Such a tease. My eyes traveled down his six-pack to the sexy V in his waist. “Where are we going for dinner tonight?” I asked, keeping my eyes trained right above his sweatpants. I was going to lick every one of those muscles tonight.

  “Some new place Rob found. It looks…tropical.”

  “Tropical?” I laughed. “What does that mean?”

  “Like a laid-back beachy vibe. Apparently there’s parrots. Fake ones,” he added before my mind ran wild with that tidbit of information.

  Tropical vibes in the city? Interesting. But I already had an idea forming in my head on how to make tonight even more fun. I could do trop
ical.

  “What are you thinking? You have a devious look in your eyes,” James said.

  “Me? Never.”

  James smiled. “I’ll be down in a bit.”

  I watched him walk away. He looked just as good coming as he did going in those sweatpants.

  I stood up and stretched.

  I wondered why Rob chose a new place for dinner. When it was his turn to choose he always picked the same place – a bar nearby that had exceptionally busty waitresses. And darts. He was weirdly good at darts. But it made sense that he’d chosen someplace new, since we all refused to play with him now. He liked to bet on darts, and no matter how much money I technically had now, I still didn’t feel comfortable betting thousands of dollars on a game. Especially one I was terrible at. One time I almost hit one of the busty waitresses.

  Either way, a new place sounded fun. Tropical. A theme night sounded like the perfect way to start five months of seduction. I was going to tease James so much tonight that we were going to start this whole thing off with a big bang. Literally.

  Chapter 3

  Friday

  I wasn’t a crazy person, so I wasn’t wearing like an overly tropical dress or anything. A theme restaurant didn’t mean cosplay. But I still fit into a sundress that I liked to wear on trips to the beach with James. It was what was underneath that was going to surprise him. I’d slipped into his favorite bikini, one he’d bought me during our first few weeks of dating. Because I’d lost my other one. And by lost I mean we went skinny dipping and had sex in the ocean. And while we were doing that, a bunch of horny little boys stole my bikini. James had replaced it with this one…which was much nicer.

  I was lucky that it still felt more like summer than fall, because even though my dress would have looked cute with boots, my bikini would not have. I pulled on my high heeled sandals and strapped them up tight. And then I contorted my arm into an awkward angle so I could zip the back of my dress without assistance. My reveal was supposed to be a surprise. So if James zipped me and saw the bikini, the whole thing would be ruined. I turned to look in the mirror. The dress was flowy over my stomach, so it masked my growing baby bump. Perfect.

  James emerged from the bathroom, a cloud of steam billowing around him. The towel around his waist was just begging to be pulled off.

  “You’re licking your lips,” James said.

  Really? Oops. “I was not,” I said with a laugh.

  “Mhm.” He walked into the closet and grabbed a pair of khakis he usually saved for teaching.

  Was he trying to torture me? He knew what him dressing like a professor did to me. I didn’t even pretend not to gawk at him as he dropped his towel to the floor. I don’t know if I’d actually been licking my lips earlier, but I definitely was now as he slid his tight ass into his boxers. I shamelessly watched him finish getting dressed.

  He walked out of the closet, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

  Fuck me now.

  Instead, he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me close. “You look breathtaking.”

  I smiled. Just wait until you see the bikini. “You too.”

  He laughed. “I look breathtaking? That sounds so weird when you say it to me.”

  I placed my hand against his strong chest. “You’ll be horrified to know that I describe you as gorgeous in my book then.”

  “Gorgeous? That is a very unmasculine term.”

  “Don’t worry. All the things you do to me in it are very masculine.”

  He raised his left eyebrow.

  “And as much as I’d love to recreate one of those moments right now…we’re going to be late.” I slapped his butt and then stepped away from him. Two could play the teasing game.

  He ran his fingers through his hair as his eyes drank me in. “So tonight’s the first night of our five months of seduction?”

  Oh yes. I was going to seduce the crap out of him. “Just you wait and see.” I grabbed his hand and led him out of the bedroom. I could feel the sexual tension in the air when we stepped onto the elevator. James gripped my hand a little tighter.

  I smiled up at him.

  And he winked at me.

  “What was that wink for?”

  “You’ll see,” he said.

  “What are you planning?”

  “You’ll see,” he said again.

  He wasn’t supposed to be planning anything. I’d already planned something. I was the one seducing him for a change.

  He guided me out of the elevator and out the front doors of our building.

  Ian was leaning against the car, talking on his cell phone.

  “I gotta go,” he said as we approached. “I love you too.” He quickly hung up, looking a little embarrassed.

  “How is Jen?” I asked.

  Ian glanced at James and then back at me. Jen was James’s sister. Ian had been dating her since our wedding. But it was long distance and I was really hoping she’d move back to New York soon.

  “Good,” he said and cleared his throat.

  I could tell he felt awkward about this whole situation. But it didn’t have to be weird. I looked at James and he was scowling. Okay, fine…it was a little weird. But love was love.

  Ian quickly opened the door for me.

  I thanked him and ducked my head to climb into the back seat.

  James joined me on the other side.

  “Why are you being weird?” I asked. “They make such a cute couple.”

  “That’s fine. But I don’t want to hear about it.”

  “It’s not like he was going into intimate details about their sex life.”

  James made a funny face.

  “Ian wouldn’t do that. And I’m sure he’s very nice to your sister.”

  “Can we please stop talking about this? I just don’t like when my friends date my sister. It’s awkward.”

  I laughed. “Are you talking about when Matt dated your sister? Because from what I heard they weren’t really dating. It was just sex. Kinky, primal sex.”

  He glared at me.

  “I’m just kidding you.” I nestled into his side as Ian climbed into the driver’s seat. As great as our sex life was, James was a little bit of a hypocrite for not wanting to hear about anyone else’s. But I got it. I’m pretty sure if I had a brother I wouldn’t want to hear about my friend banging him. I guess that was a plus side to not having any siblings.

  I put my hand on my stomach. I wanted my son to have lots of siblings. A whole house full of love and laughter. James and Rob practically grew up with their friends Mason and Matt. It would be fun to have four kids that were as close as them.

  Ian pulled the car away from the curb and we started zooming through the city.

  James looped his arm around my shoulders. “What are you thinking?”

  “About having all the babies,” I whispered. I always whispered when we were in the car. As awkward as James thought hearing about his sister’s sex life was, I didn’t really like anyone to overhear our private conversations. I guess I was the hypocrite.

  “All the babies?”

  “Yeah, a whole bunch. That can grow up the way you, Rob, Mason, and Matt did. Well, not exactly that way. Your mom is terrible.”

  James laughed. “Yeah, I wouldn’t wish my childhood on anyone. Speaking of childhood…” James cleared his throat. “Mason and Matt’s parents are starting up their annual Halloween party again. If you want to go.”

  “Um…of course I want to go. Is that even a question? You know how much I love Halloween. That sounds amazing. And their house is perfect for a spooky party. With those gargoyles and everything.”

  James laughed. “It really is.”

  “You said starting it up again? They used to have one every year?”

  “Mhm.”

  “What made them stop?”

  James looked out the window. “Just…they got busy I guess. Mr. Caldwell is retired now though.”

  “It’s cute that you still call him Mr. Caldwell.”


  “You do too.”

  “Only because that’s what you call him. And the fact that Maxwell Caldwell is kind of a ridiculous name.”

  James laughed.

  “When was the last Caldwell Halloween party you went to? In college or something?” It was a silly question. But I kind of wanted to know if he’d taken Isabella. I hated picturing them together. Even though she was gone, it still turned my stomach. Thinking about James with anyone else made me feel sick. But the image of Isabella and him together was a special kind of torture.

  “No. They stopped doing it after my senior year of high school.”

  “Wow, it’s been a long time then.”

  “I’m not that old. What’s with all the digs at my age tonight?”

  I laughed. He wasn’t old. He was only 30. But it was fun to mess with him. “I know. I just meant…it’s been a while since they stopped hosting their annual party then. It’s weird that they just stopped all of a sudden. You’d think they’d keep doing it until at least Matt graduated. Since he’d still be home for Halloween even though you and Mason went off to college.”

  “Yeah, Matt doesn’t really do Halloween.”

  “What do you mean he doesn’t really do Halloween?”

  “Have you really not noticed that Matt never comes out with us on Halloween weekends?”

  “No…I…” Huh. The first year I moved here was after Halloween. The next year I’m pretty sure Matt said he had another party to go to. And the year after that he’d been sick. “Wow, yeah. I’ve never even seen him in a Halloween costume. That’s blasphemy.”

  James laughed.

  “Is he scared of clowns or something? I’ve heard that lots of people don’t do Halloween because they’re terrified of clowns and so many people dress up as them. It’s a thing.”

  “Yeah, I don’t think he’s scared of clowns.”

  “Then why doesn’t he do Halloween?”

  James shrugged. “You should ask him.”

  “Okay…” I stared at him. He was hiding something. I could tell. “Or you could just tell me.”