Seduction - Chapter 2
Friday
I should have been writing. Instead I kept stealing glances at James.
We were sitting on the couch, my feet propped up on his lap.
He was working on his lesson plans for next week.
And he assumed I was working too. But…I wasn’t.
I’d been distracted all day. By him. No one should be allowed to look that sexy in sweatpants.
I looked down at my own sweatpants. I looked anything but sexy.
But somehow James looked like a million bucks.
Instead of working, I’d been taking turns staring at James and staring at a scene I’d already written.
It was the third sex scene I’d put into the novel I was working on and I was only halfway done.
I never meant for my book to be so explicit.
But sex was an important part of my relationship with James.
And I really liked reliving those scenes.
A lot. That was part of the reason I kept staring at James.
I was so turned on it was hard to think straight.
And then there was a nagging thought in the back of my head. That things wouldn’t always be this way.
I looked down at my stomach. A baby was going to change things.
I knew that. In five months it wouldn’t be just the two of us anymore.
It would be the three of us. I was so excited to meet our baby boy.
It was easy to daydream about the three of us being a family.
But I was a little worried about how different everything would be.
I hated change. And I could already see my body changing.
James seemed excited about having a baby.
He kissed my stomach goodnight every night before he kissed me.
It was the sweetest thing ever. He was embracing change so easily.
He even seemed to be looking forward to it.
But what about after the baby is born? When I’ll have stretch marks everywhere?
And the baby will cry all night and we won’t be getting enough sleep?
We had no idea what we were walking into.
Would James still look at me with stars in his eyes then?
When we’ll be sleep deprived and grumpy and I’ll be covered in stretch marks?
I bit my lip. Maybe he’ll still look at me the same.
Or maybe the next five months of just us were going to be our last semblance of normalcy.
I needed to take advantage of that while I still could.
And it needed to start right now. I’d dressed up to surprise him after his first day of classes.
I never expected him to be wearing that sweater I loved so much.
He wanted to take advantage of these moments too.
I could tell. And I wanted to step up my game even more while I could still fit in normal clothes.
“James, it’s past 6.” I lightly nudged his thigh with my foot.
He looked up from his notepad. “We should probably get ready for dinner. I still need to shower.” He tossed his notepad down on the coffee table and stretched.
We were going out with our friends tonight.
One night a week we always went out with our friends.
Which was always fun, but a little less so now when I was the only one not drinking.
I’d been looking forward to turning 21 in the city two years ago.
To finally be able to enjoy the city nightlife like all my friends.
James had snuck me into the bars they went to before I was legal.
But it was different when I could flash my ID and walk in without a bribe. Plus I enjoyed a good tipsy night.
And it had been fun. So much fun. I remembered tons of weekends where I’d be celebrating time off from classes and they’d be celebrating the end of a work week.
I’d dance until my feet were sore and sweat was dripping down the back of my neck, my body pressed against James on the dance floor.
His hands possessive on my hips, the small of my back, my ass.
Like he was claiming me even with our clothes on.
God, I’d lived for those nights. It made all the late night studying and cramming for tests worth it.
I hadn’t expected that time of my life to be so short lived.
I put my hand on my stomach. A wonderful albeit unexpected surprise.
Now we usually just went to a restaurant and caught up.
Which was fun too. I loved seeing our friends. But I missed the dancing sometimes.
“Let’s not get ready quite yet,” I said. I closed my laptop, placed it on the coffee table, and then moved so I was straddling James. “First we should celebrate you finishing your first week teaching again, Professor Hunter.”
He smiled as his eyes locked with mine.
Yup, there were stars in his eyes. Well, not really stars. More like a hunger. I loved when he looked at me like that. Like he was starving and I was the only thing that would satiate him.
“You know…whenever you call me that, I want to call you Miss Taylor.” He placed his hand on the side of my face. “But I much prefer calling you Mrs. Hunter.”
“It’s much sexier to be a forbidden student than a boring housewife. Call me Miss Taylor again and see what happens.” I was going to devour every inch of him.
“Boring? Hardly. I’m happier now that you’re my wife. And you get sexier every day.”
I laughed. “About that. I was thinking…things are going to be very different once the baby gets here.”
“Yeah. We’ll have a little you running around.”
I shook my head. “It’s going to be a boy, James.”
“I don’t think so.”
I smiled. “Either way…everything will be different. I’ll look different.”
“Right. Sexier.” His hand slid down the side of my neck. “Since you look sexier every day.”
“You’re incorrigible. You know what I mean, James. Stretch marks.”
“You don’t have any yet.”
I shook my head. “He’s barely a bump. I’m sure I’ll get them.”
“And I’m sure I’ll love them.” His hand wandered down, past my breasts, to rest on my stomach. “They’ll remind me about the gift you’re about to give me.”
It was the perfect thing to say. But I didn’t really believe him. “They’ll be ugly.”
“No. They won’t.”
I exhaled slowly. “Some women’s feet grow.”
“That’s okay. Your feet are too small if anything.”
I laughed. He just wasn’t getting it. “I’ll have leaky boobs.”
“Leaky boobs?” He put his hands on my breasts. “I don’t think that sounds right. Because I’ve been doing some research and I’ve read they get even bigger.”
I laughed.
“And that the milk is rather sweet. I’m kind of excited to try that.”
I laughed harder. “No, that’s so weird.”
“Is it?” He pulled down the front of my tank top.
I refused to wear a bra while I was writing.
I needed to be comfortable in order to work.
So when he pulled down my tank top, there was nothing to hide my exposed breasts.
“You don’t seem to mind when I suck on them now.
” His lips fell to my nipple. But instead of being gentle, he bit down and tugged.
Jesus. It was like the action had a direct line to my clit.
He slowly swirled his tongue around my nipple.
“James.” I was trying to get his attention, but his name was more of a moan. I couldn’t help it. His mouth was magical.
He shifted forward, letting us fall to the couch.
He was careful to catch himself so that he wouldn’t smush me.
Although, I was pretty sure he was more worried about smushing our unborn child.
I loved when he was rough with me, and I could already see him being more tentative. Things were already changing.
He tilted his hips, pressing his erection against me.
I desperately wanted to just rip his clothes off.
But I had something important to say. I put my hand on his chest before he went any further.
“Wait, this is important. What I was trying to say was that we should really make every moment special before the baby is born. Especially the holidays. All the holidays should be extra sexy. Really, all our days should just be riddled with sex. Five months of crazy seduction. Before my body is ruined.”
He smiled down at me.
God I loved that smile. I’m pretty sure my heart still skipped a beat whenever he flashed his smile at me. I hoped it never stopped. “Does that sound good?”
“Are you seriously asking me if I want all holidays and all days to be extra sexy? Because that’s a ridiculous question.
Of course my answer is yes. I’ll take your five months of seduction.
But I raise you a lifetime of it.” He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss against my lips.
“Because your body is not going to be ruined.”
“What if it is?” I knew James loved me with all his heart.
I knew that. And yet…I was a lot younger than him.
He fell in love with me in part because of the way I looked.
Yes, we were perfect for each other. But our sexual tension is what started everything.
Hence the three sex scenes in my book so far.
“I will love you always and forever. Even when we’re both old and gray.”
“You’ll be old and gray a lot sooner than me.”
“Very funny.” His fingers found the waistband of my sweatpants. “I should punish you for that comment.”
I was already wet. I was always ready for him. Just being in the same room as him had me practically soaked.
His hand dipped lower, sliding underneath my thong. He groaned when his fingers lightly touched me. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
I lifted my hips slightly. God, I needed him. Just one light touch and it was like I was dying for more.
“Too bad it’ll have to wait.” He removed his hand from my skin and stood up.
“What?” I stared at the tent that was forming in his sweatpants. It wasn’t like I was the only one that wanted this right now. “Come on, we can make it quick.” I sat up and reached out for him, but he caught my hands in his.
“I’m not doing quick with you tonight.” He dropped my hands. “Besides, you’ll be even sexier in…” he looked at his watch “…three or four hours.”
I gaped at him.
He ran his thumb along my bottom lip. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be dying for it too. Tonight I’ll show you that I won’t be old and gray for a long time.” He slid his thumb into my mouth and groaned when I sucked on it. “Tonight is going to be fun.”
“Mhm,” I said around his thumb.
He exhaled slowly. “You should probably get dressed.”
I swirled my tongue around his thumb.
“Penny.”
If he was going to torture me all night, the least I could do was torture him back.
He pulled his thumb out of my mouth, trailing it down the side of my chin. “In a few hours it’ll be my cum dripping down your chin.”
I swallowed hard. “Is that a promise?”
He nodded and then grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it off. He tossed it at me.
I laughed and caught his shirt. Such a tease. My eyes traveled down his six-pack to the sexy V in his waist. “Where are we going for dinner tonight?” I asked, keeping my eyes trained right above his sweatpants. I was going to lick every one of those muscles tonight.
“Some new place Rob found. It looks…tropical.”
“Tropical?” I laughed. “What does that mean?”
“Like a laid-back beachy vibe. Apparently there’s parrots. Fake ones,” he added before my mind ran wild with that tidbit of information.
Tropical vibes in the city? Interesting. But I already had an idea forming in my head on how to make tonight even more fun. I could do tropical.
“What are you thinking? You have a devious look in your eyes,” James said.
“Me? Never.”
James smiled. “I’ll be down in a bit.”
I watched him walk away. He looked just as good coming as he did going in those sweatpants.
I stood up and stretched.
I wondered why Rob chose a new place for dinner.
When it was his turn to choose he always picked the same place – a bar nearby that had exceptionally busty waitresses.
And darts. He was weirdly good at darts.
But it made sense that he’d chosen someplace new, since we all refused to play with him now.
He liked to bet on darts, and no matter how much money I technically had now, I still didn’t feel comfortable betting thousands of dollars on a game.
Especially one I was terrible at. One time I almost hit one of the busty waitresses.
Either way, a new place sounded fun. Tropical. A theme night sounded like the perfect way to start five months of seduction. I was going to tease James so much tonight that we were going to start this whole thing off with a big bang. Literally.