Fiona's raw desire for her husband intensifies in a daring public adventure, stirring her dormant maternal instinct. Their intense passionate encounter in a mall changing room births an unexpected surprise.
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I want my husband even more when he doesn’t even spare one glance in the drop-dead gorgeous goddesses’ direction like some other men and women did. I really wouldn’t have blamed him for it, but no, his eyes were trained entirely on me.
As it always had for as long as I had known him.
“Fiona? Is everything okay? Why is your face all red?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. As the door is in the way of what I have just on the other side, he doesn’t know yet why my face probably looks like a tomato, either.
“I…actually, can you…help me decide on something quickly?” I whisper, turning my voice into a sweet command with a coy voice despite my clammy hands and the racing heart of the risky operation I’m about to pull off.
Something I wouldn’t dare to do in a million years either until that racy, provocative woman holding her little bundle of joy awoken something slumbering inside me. We’ve already touched upon having kids, so why not start now when I’m ovulating?
I understand now why baby fever is so dangerous because I can’t think straight until I’m filled to the brim with Hunter’s seed, hoping one of the many would take root inside my womb. The husband in question, still confused, only bumps his brows together as he nods.
“Uh…okay, Honey,” he says, nodding his head curiously with what I had in mind. With that, I open the door wide enough for him and quickly usher him in before slamming it shut behind us. He instantly fills the small space, imposing as ever as he’s handsome.
I’m courting danger; I know it.
In fact, I know getting caught wouldn’t just be public indecency but might even have us end up in the sex offender registry if the mall really wanted to press charges. Yet every time I think of that beautiful, sultry woman, I can’t find myself to care.
When I look back after triple-checking that the door is locked, I see how Hunter takes in what I’m wearing. After all, the lingerie I had in leaves little to the imagination. Under his intense gaze, my nipples protrude through the sheer lining, aching and calling for my husband.
“Do you like it?” I whisper sultry, swaying my hips in the three steps to press my body onto his. I’m practically panting when I feel his thick member already tenting his shorts, given how thin our layers were.
“Fiona, what are you doing?” he rumbles, his voice dark and oozing in male dominance. I haven’t even seen this side of him since we first started going out after finding out we’ve been mutually pining for one another for far, far too long.
As Hunter questions me, his strong, robust hand goes to fists at the end of my hair, tugging it and making me shudder violently. Even more so when he digs his nail into my thighs, and I can feel electricity zapping through my body as I wiggle my body on his length.
What am I doing exactly?
“I’m trying to seduce you,” I answer breathlessly. “I want you right now. Here.”
I want to be bred, please put a child inside me, and I want to get knocked up right here like a cheap breeder. He tightens his grip on my hair, and I can’t help and ponder just how I’ll be able to keep my voice down.