When everyone is distracted a few minutes later, taking pictures of their proud little kids around the gymnasium, I sneak over to Carter and let him wrap his thick muscular arms around me.
“Mmmmm,” I moan softly as I breathe in his masculine scent.
I look around at my class and smile as he holds me. “I’m going to miss all of this when I’m on maternity leave.”
“Maybe,” he says in a low deep voice. “But I have plans for your afternoons that will have you forgetting all about this.”
“Really?” I say as my curiosity peaks. “What kind of plans?”
“Dirty plans,” he growls on my skin.
“Like dirty laundry and dirty dishes?” I ask with a grin.
He shakes his head. “Dirtier.”
“Dirty diapers?”
He laughs. “We’ll definitely have that. But I’m thinking more of the crying out, body twisting, back a
