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said, thrusting. I glanced down at his thick erection, the head of which glistened with lube as he worked it across my slick skin. I liked this position because I could look up at him and watch as he brought himself to orgasm. His thighs were taut, the muscles perfectly defined. His stormy eyes were intense as always, but when he looked at me I saw a ferocious love in their depths. I wanted to watch him climax, watch the way his throat worked to swallow and how his head fell back. I loved seeing when agony and ecstasy merged in that one powerful moment of release. But then his hands were on my breasts.
    He didn’t stop thrusting in the valley I’d made, but he plucked at my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Something happened with the lube when he did that. It almost sizzled on my skin, making my already straining points even more responsive. William moved back and forth and his fingers worked my nipples until I was writhing beneath him. It was like he’d found a cord connected to my clit and he was tugging it gently, bringing me to closer and closer to the edge.
    I moaned as the sensations he created with his hands reached a new height. William’s cock was thick and the veins stood out. He moved fast, fucking my tits hungrily. Finally, he growled, “Oh God, I fucking love you, Catherine. I’m going to come.”
    “Yes.” That was all the permission I needed to let go, and I felt the orgasm slam into me just as William pulled back and spilled himself all over my breasts. The hot liquid slid over my sensitive nipples, as my orgasm went on and on. William reached back, pressed a hand between my legs, and I shuddered the last of my release then closed my eyes and allowed myself to sink into oblivion.
    * * *
    W e snuggled in bed. I was dozing, but William still had plenty of energy. The light as he scrolled through his phone lit up his side of the bed.
    “Anything interesting?” I asked with a yawn.
    “Actually, yes.” He moved to face me. “My aunt Abigail emailed.”
    I’d met William’s aunt and uncle, his guardians after his parents’ death, a couple of times. Most recently, William had taken me to dinner at their home in Lake Forest. I’d really liked his aunt. She’d given me a tour of the house, and in William’s room she told me she’d never seen him as happy as he was with me. She also told me to be careful with him because he’d been hurt so many times. “What’s she up to?” I asked.
    “She’d like you to call her.”
    I sat. “Why?”
    In the glow from his phone, I saw the look of amusement on his face. “She’s hosting a shower. I think she’d like you to come.”
    “Who’s the shower for?” I asked, settling back down.
    “Lauren, my middle cousin. You met her at The Peninsula.”
    I had an image of a tall, leggy blond. “Right. She’s married. Her husband is Zach?”
    “Good memory. Yeah. They’re having a baby.”
    “You didn’t tell me that.”
    He lowered the phone, dimming the light. “I’m telling you now.”
    “When is she due? She didn’t look pregnant at The Peninsula.”
    “Um...June, I think?”
    Wow. She must have been one of those women who never looked pregnant until they were eight months along and then only because they looked like they had a basketball under their dress.
    “I don’t know much about it. Abigail, Sarah, and Zoe are planning the whole baby thing.”
    That made sense. Sarah and Zoe were William’s other cousins, and Abigail was the aunt who’d raised him.
    “The whole baby thing?” I rolled my eyes. “This isn’t a thing. You’re going to have a new member of the family. A new little person!”
    Silence.
    “Is Lauren having a boy or a girl?”
    “Yeah.”
    “William!” I smacked him lightly. “How am I supposed to buy her a gift if I don’t know what she’s having? Or maybe she isn’t going to find out.”
    “I’m sure Abigail has all that info,” he said, putting his phone on the nightstand and turning to pull me