Epilogue
ABBY
EIGHT MONTHS LATER…
“Yes, they’re twins!” I force a smile after Janet corners me in the shopping mall. I have a massive craving for sugar, but can’t stand the smell of coffee right now, so Spencer has headed into a coffee shop while I wait outside.
The former HR manager from Thelion was one of the last people I wanted to see. She left the company months ago, after she confronted Spencer about our relationship. She never accepted that we could actually love each other.
We make awkward small talk for a minute before she finally asks the question, gesturing at my pregnant belly. I’m carrying twins, so it’s absolutely impossible to hide and has been since I entered the second trimester.
“Congratulations, Abby. Who’s the lucky father?”
I have to clap a hand over my mouth to stop from bursting into laughter. Clearly she can’t contemplate the idea that Spencer and I could have a lasting relationship.
The irony that Spencer is taking me lingerie shopping, and we happen to meet our old HR manager in the mall. I look around for Spencer, not wanting to have to explain the situation alone and he wraps an arm around my shoulders before I can open my mouth.
I relax instinctively against his touch, breathing in the clean scent of him. He presses a kiss to the top of my head and pulls me tight against his side. There’s no way anyone would think this was a friendly relationship.
“Hello, Janet. How’s the new job going?” Spencer gives her a warm, if slightly smug smile, and Janet just glares at him. I watch as her eyes drift down to the matching gold rings on our fingers and puts two and two together.
Yes, Janet, I married my boss who you said was taking advantage of me.
Without a word, she turns away from us and storms off.
I shake with silent laughter against Spencer’s side. “I don’t think she likes me very much.”
Spencer snorts with laughter. “Luckily for you, her opinion means absolutely nothing.”
He pulls me in for a hug, pressing my breasts against his chest, and that’s when something weird happens.
I pull away from him, and my nipples start aching, my breasts suddenly heavy and sore.
“Spencer, I think something’s wrong.”
He glances down at my top and his eyes darken with an unreadable expression. He closes a hand around my wrist and pulls me back to the high-end lingerie shop, explaining to the shop assistant that there was one last set we wanted to try.
I’m confused by what he’s doing, raising my hands to let him pull off my top and bra, right up until the point that he kneels in front of the chair in the fitting room, his hands going straight to the aching, heavy flesh that is demanding all of my attention.
“Ow, Spencer, that hurts—” I stop talking as the sudden jolt of pain is followed by immense relief.
“Oh my God,” I breathe as my husband cups my breasts, gently squeezing from the swollen side of my breasts right to the tip of my nipples.
A stream of liquid spurts from my nipple, and Spencer lets out a low groan of satisfaction.
“Your milk is coming in early, babygirl.”
He closes his lips around the peak of my breast and begins to suck, hard.
At first it’s pure, sweet relief that courses through my veins as he drinks from me. His warm tongue soothes my aching nipples, and every drop of milk he takes from me makes my breasts feel a little lighter. I arch into his mouth, a wave of gratitude washing through me. He always knows what to do.
“Thank you, Spencer. That’s so much better.”
“Babygirl, your milk tastes like heaven.”
It’s only when I hear Spencer’s rough, strained tone that I realize this is turning him on. I trace one hand over his hardness, shockingly large and insistent, and start to stroke his shaft. He groans in appreciation.
It always surprises me, exactly how obsessed with my pregnant body he is. No matter how awful I might be feeling, one look from Spencer is all it takes to make me feel sexy and desirable.
I clutch his head to my breast, pressing him closer to my cleavage, and his mouth grows greedier, more urgent. The hot relief of him drinking from me is stoking another fire, deep in my belly.
I can’t suppress a moan as he finishes with one breast and moves to the other, sliding one hand under my skirt so that I can ride his fingers while he drinks from me.
His lips grow hungrier on my breasts as I ride his hand. All the while, he’s thrusting into my hand with his thick cock, throbbing with arousal.
But I know my husband. We’re not going to make a mess of this lingerie fitting room.
There’s only one place his cum belongs.
Deep inside me.
With a satisfied groan, Spencer drinks his fill and drags his mouth away from my breasts. He rises to his full height and his piercing blue eyes sweep over me. I’m reclined in the fitting room chair, my swollen belly, breasts and my bare pussy all on display for him.
“Look at you, babygirl. All pregnant and spread open for me. But it’s not enough, is it? You want to be bred again?”
I gasp with pleasure as his cock stretches me open, his hands stroking my swollen belly as he fills me up.
“Yes, sir. Please give me your cum. Use your pregnant little slut.”