I Want In Forever
The exhaustion was setting in, a happy haze after the party. We bid our farewells, with John and Alec bustling to cram the last of the gifts into the trunk. John's parents showered us with final hugs and kisses, sending us off into the quiet, cool air of the taxi. The ride home was far from quiet, though. John's hand found mine, then drifted to my tummy, his gaze intense and loving. "When we get home," he whispered against my neck, sending shivers down my spine, "I'm ripping this dress off you. I need you, and I need to taste you." He joked about my increasing appetite for affection lately, but I could see the adoration in his eyes—no way I could refuse him. As the taxi halted, I reached for a bag, but John immediately blocked me. "Not in your condition." he insisted, Leaving me with
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