11
JACK
Lily’s bed was so small, I woke up with her sprawled on top of me. I slept sideways so my feet could hang off the side. This was all fine and good for one night, especially since the things I did to my bride in Dr. Bower’s house only brought to light that she was a very dirty girl.
“Morning, sweetness,” I murmured, when she stirred in my hold.
“Mmm, morning.”
She was warm and naked in my arms, my c**k hard against her belly. Once she was awake enough to realize it, I’d take her again, although I had to remember she was carrying our child.
“How are you feeling? No sickness?”
She shook her head. “None. Just tired often, and I can’t stand the smell of cooked meat.”
“I thought it was all my attentions that wore you out last night.”
She groaned. “You did, and so did the baby.”
