[ELARA'S POV]
Twenty-five weeks pregnant and I wanted to fuck constantly.
Like all the time. Morning. Afternoon. Middle of the night. In the shower. In the car. Pretty much anywhere Damian was within reach.
Pregnancy hormones were insane.
"Again?" Damian looked up from his laptop. We were in bed. Eleven pm. He'd been answering emails. I'd been lying next to him getting progressively more worked up just watching him concentrate.
"Yes, again." I pushed the laptop closed. Straddled him. "Is that a problem?"
"Not even a little bit." His hands went to my hips. "But we literally had sex three hours ago."
"And?" I ground down against him. He was already getting hard. "You complaining?"
"Absolutely not." He was already pushing up my sleep shirt. Finding my breast. "Just making an observation."
"Observe less. Touch more." I lifted up enough to push his boxers down. Free him. "I need you."
