REINER
“Don’t you even think about it,” I grumbled at Becky as she headed toward the weights.
She gave me a puzzled look. “Why not?”
I sighed, pulling her in by the waist. Then, since keeping my instincts in check was becoming nearly impossible, I moved the strap of her sports bra and lowered my mouth to her mark — this time, not for s****l reasons. By taking care of her mark, I would stimulate the production of beneficial hormones for the pregnancy, which would make my pup stronger and the pregnancy safer and smoother.
“You. Must. Not. Strain. Yourself,” I said between kisses. “I told you, no weightlifting during pregnancy.”
She huffed. “I would have picked the light ones.”
“Don’t insist, Rebecca Henderson.”
I didn’t particularly like imposing orders and restrictions on her,
