The Exhibitionist (The Submissive #6) by Tara Sue Me Read Free Book Online Page B

around.”
    “I’ll go with you. I want to see what the kitchen looks like.”
    As we walked down the hall, I pointed to the various rooms we passed. “That’s the library and office, currently nice and clean, just waiting for me to clutter it with papers. Farther this way is the dining room. We haven’t eaten in here yet, but I love it. Need to set up a dinner party or something. And in here’s the kitchen.”
    “Look at this kitchen,” she said as we stepped inside. “It’s gorgeous.”
    “And box free for the longest time,” I said. “It was the first room we tackled. I knew if I got the bedroom and kitchen unpacked, I’d feel a lot better.”
    “All this counter space.” She ran her hand across the granite we’d picked out.
    “We had that put in. Doesn’t it have the most beautiful quartz running through it?”
    She nodded. “This room is so gorgeous, I can’t wait to see how you decorate the rest of the house.”
    “You might be waiting awhile. I’m not much of a decorator. These smell so good.” I placed the basket down and peeked in. “I think I want one now. Join me?” At her nod I poured us water and we sat down at the kitchen table with a couple of Jeff’s muffins to nibble on.
    “Where are the kids?” she asked.
    “Henry’s taking a nap and Elizabeth is up in her room ‘unpacking.’ She said she wanted to set up everything herself.”
    Dena laughed. “You’re awfully brave.”
    “Nah, I put her markers and crayons away. She’s trying to decide which dolls she wants where and how to arrange her stuffed animals.”
    “Is Henry’s favorite toy still the trash can?”
    I laughed. While Dena stayed with us in New York, Henry discovered the trash can and loved to see how many things he could throw away.
    “No, we finally had to put a childproof lock on it. There were just too many ways for him to get hurt. You should have seen him when he tried to open it after we put it on. He told me it was broken and begged Nathaniel to fix it.”
    “Your kids are a riot.”
    My chest swelled with pride and love. “They are wonderful. They really are. Even when they play in the trash can.” I nodded toward her still-flat belly. “How are you doing?”
    Her hand dropped to her tummy and she rubbed it. “Great. I’m trying not to be so neurotic and my doctor’s been wonderful and doesn’t mind when I call her in a panic over something. Little one here looked good on the last ultrasound.”
    “And Jeff?”
    Her eyes darted to mine and then down to her belly. “Jeff’s good. He’s always done the cooking and he rubs my feet and reads
Goodnight Moon
, and—”
    “I sense a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”
    “He won’t touch me. You know? Really touch me.”
    “Sex?”
    “Out of the question.”
    “Oh.”
    “Yeah.” She leaned back in the chair with a huff. “I know it’s personal, and you can tell me to fuck off, but you have two kids. Did you?”
    I raised an eyebrow. “Stop having sex when I was pregnant? No. Not at all.”
    “Jeff said it was too dangerous and he wasn’t going to do anything that could potentially lead to problems. I know he’s trying to keep everyone safe and I love him even more for it, but I dream about sex. And it’s so vivid! I’m almost positive I orgasmed in my sleep last week.”
    “I’ve heard pregnancy has that effect on some women.”
    She took a drink of water and reached for another muffin. “He’s miserable, too. I can see it. I even offered to lend a hand, or a mouth, and he wouldn’t take me up on it.”
    “I can’t speak for every couple, but you know Nathaniel. Mr. Conservative when it comes to safety, and I love that, don’t get me wrong. When we found out we were pregnant with Elizabeth, he did hours of research and then we sat down and talked about how our play would change.”
    “That sounds like him.”
    “A lot of the things he said weren’t negotiable. He wouldn’t bind me in any way while I was pregnant. There were