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stay on mine as he swipes his fingers back over my clit, sending me flying. When my back arches from the mattress and I let out a muffled cry, he bites his lip and lets out a low hum.
    “There’s my good girl,” he croons, quickly moving his body low to lap up my release, still covering my mouth with his hand to keep me quiet.
    The movement of the mattress telling me he’s using his free hand to finish himself off while he tastes me has me letting out another low moan. As he groans against my pussy, sucking furiously through his orgasm, I feel my second release wash over his tongue.
    Rising up on his elbow, he unclamps his hand from my mouth and moves to kiss me slowly. Planting my hands on both sides of his face, I kiss him deeply before pulling away and gazing up at him.
    “You weren’t supposed to make me come,” I say in a low voice, playfully scolding him.
    “I’m always going to make you come,” he promises, kissing me chastely before standing and reaching for my hand. “Come on. Let’s go take a shower before Little Man gets up.”
    After dressing for the day, Chase takes JT to Ana while I try my hand at decaf, instantly declaring it the enemy. At the office, he quickly gives Drake a list of things he doesn’t want me doing, ignoring my eye rolls when his demands start to become ridiculous. Calling or texting hourly for the duration of the day and showing up promptly at eleven for lunch, then again at six, the day goes by smoothly.
    “What do you want for supper?” he asks me on the way to the hotel.
    “How does Chinese sound?” I ask, yawning as I lean my head against his shoulder.
    “You use too much soy sauce,” he says, squeezing my thigh. “The doctor said you need to make sure you’re eating well,” he says. “That’s a lot of sodium, Sweetheart.”
    “Okay,” I say, smiling slightly at his concern. “What about steak? We can get that from room service.”
    “You’re not going to like that,” he argues. “You’ve got to have it cooked well done and you like it medium.”
    “I guess ordering a pizza is out of the question, then.”
    “Yeah,” he starts quietly. “Sorry Baby Momma, no pizza, either.”
    “Well, Baby,” I sigh. “What the hell am I supposed to eat? There are a million rules and apparently I don’t know any of them.”
    “We’ll find something,” he grins, kissing me on the temple and finding his way to a parking spot.
    Once we’re upstairs, Chase scours the menu until he finally finds something he’ll let me eat and sends me to soak in the bath.
    After enjoying a very bland supper and a movie with JT, I tuck him in and make my way to our room. Slipping under the covers behind me, Chase gently pulls my back against his front and slips his hand between my legs. Once he’s made me come more times than I can count, I turn to face him and for the second night in a row, he lures me to sleep without sex, blaming my tiredness.
    By the end of week two, I feel like I’m going insane.
     
    Chase
    As I listen to the sigh that leaves her, she sounds miserable. Her back is to my chest, heaving slightly from the orgasm that I can still taste on my tongue. She hasn’t said more than two words to me since she put JT to bed and the frustration rolling off of her is palpable. Reaching for her hand, she lets out another sigh but otherwise remains silent.
    “Are you alright?” I ask her, concern filling my voice.
    “I’m fine,” she whispers.
    “Are you sure? It feels like you’re pissed off.”
    “Why would I be pissed off?”
    “I don’t know, Baby, you just…”
    “I mean, you’re perfect, Chase,” she cuts me off, shrugging in annoyance as she turns in my arms to face me. “You’ve been helping me take care of JT, you make sure I eat right, you couldn’t be happier about the baby. You’re reading baby books which I didn’t even know men did. You’re constantly saying all the right things to me. What right could I possibly have to be pissed off at