“We created some great memories on those stairs,” he said, devilishly lifting an eyebrow at her.
They’d created great memories on every available surface of the entire condo. And a few less available surfaces. She decided they’d better enjoy childless freedom while they had a chance. In a couple of years, fucking on the pool table in the middle of the afternoon might lead to awkward questions.
“Are you glad we decided to start having kids early?” she asked. “Our honeymoon will be cut decidedly short.”
“We’ll soundproof our bedroom walls,” he said. “No worries.”
“But we won’t be able to make love on the kitchen counter or the sofa or on those hard marble stairs.”
“We’ll design a huge master suite in our new house. One big enough for a hot tub and a pool table and an entire kitchen if you want. But I’ve been thinking ahead. I already ordered your wedding gift. One that can bend you into a hundred different positions without taking up too much space. Unfortunately, it hasn’t arrived yet.”
“My wedding gift?” She smiled up at him. “Aren’t you my wedding gift? I know you’ve bent me into at least a hundred different positions in the past few months. Though you do take up more than your fair share of space. You’re a bed hog.”
He chuckled. “I’m a required accessory for your gift. Ever heard of a tantric chair?”
Tantric? “Uh, no.”
A doorman interrupted when he greeted them at the entrance with hearty congratulations. Sed nodded at him in thanks and then stepped onto the waiting elevator with Jessica still in his arms. The doorman helped Sed press the button to the top floor and offered them a knowing wink and a thumbs-up before the elevator doors slid shut. Normally Jessica wouldn’t have let Sed carry her like this, but it seemed to make him content. And she loved that his dimples were showing, framing the perma-grin on his handsome face.
When the elevator doors closed, Jessica asked, “So what’s a tantric chair?”
“A surprise.”
“Is it what you’ve been teasing me about all day? You know I don’t like surprises.”
“You like surprises that make you come,” he said, nuzzling her ear, his warm breath sending shivers of delight down her neck. “And both of these surprises should do the trick.”
He wasn’t wrong about her favorite kind of surprise. She was going to google tantric chair the first opportunity she got however.
The elevator opened on the top floor, and he carried her to one of two shiny red doors. There was a pair of sprawling two-story penthouses in the building and one of them belonged to Sed. The other was rarely used by its wealthy European owners, who only spent a couple months out of the year there. Good thing, because occasionally Sed and Jessica didn’t quite make it all the way into their condo before succumbing to their insatiable lust for one another.
“Can you get the lock?” Sed asked, holding her next to the numbered keypad.
She punched in the code, and he balanced her precariously as he opened the door and carried her across the threshold. “Welcome home, Mrs. Lionheart,” he said. Then he claimed her mouth in a deep kiss.
He kicked the door shut and set her on her feet, sending her spinning in a dizzying twirl so he could unzip her dress and let it drop to the floor.
“I still have sand everywhere,” she said.
He made an unintelligible sound in the back of his throat. Apart from her partially loosened white corset and the kitten heels she’d rescued from the beach, she was naked. She glanced over her shoulder to find him staring at the lacings down her back and the cheeks of her ass, as if he was seeing her in a state of undress for the first time.
“Do you like?” she asked, doing the slow seductive stripper walk she’d perfected for the runway as she headed for the stairs and a much needed shower.
“Mercy, baby,” he growled. “Show me the front.”
She climbed the first step, pretending to ignore him as she threaded her fingers through her long tangled hair. She doubted she was doing a very good job of seducing him in her current state of disrepair.
“Jessica,” he said, his voice harsh and raw.
She turned on the stairs to look down at him, her full breasts on display above the corset. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds. Surely he must be able to tell how turned on she was by his attention.
“Yes, Sed?” she asked, tilting her head coquettishly, knowing it made his motor run.
“I can’t decide if you look better coming or going,” he said.
“I assure you I look better coming,” she said, grinning. “Wanna help me with that?”
She continued up the stairs slowly. Taking her time to tease. To lure. He stumbled up the stairs after her, catching her on the top landing with both hands on her chest and his cock planted firmly against her ass. God, how her breasts ached as he massaged her nipples. If sex was always this good while pregnant, she’d gladly carry all eight of the kids Sed claimed to want. She rubbed her ass against him, needing him hard, needing him to fill her.
“We’ll have to multitask,” he said, using her boobs like steering wheels and her ass like an accelerator to propel her toward the bathroom. “It’s important that we aren’t late for our evening rendezvous.”
“Which would be…”
“A secret.”
She sighed. “Of course.”
In the bathroom, he turned on the shower and stepped away to look at her front in the mirror and her back right before his eyes. As she examined herself in the mirror—ignoring the rats nest she usually called hair—she had to admit that even though the corset wasn’t cinched tightly, it did amazing things for her body.