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him for a warm, lovely kiss that makes my heart skip a beat.
    His lips brush against mine, back and forth, slow and easy, then he slides his tongue over my lower lip and I open for him. He tastes delicious, like wine and something spicy, and his breath is hot against mine.
    I put my hands on his cheeks, rubbing my palms over the faint scratch of whiskers. Warmth travels up my arms. I hold him against me, not wanting to let go, not wanting this blossoming of arousal to fade. Six years together, and the man’s kisses make my heart pound as if I’ve never been kissed before.
    He lowers one hand to the swell of my belly. The heat of his hand burns through the thin cotton of my blouse. Already my nipples are straining against the fabric of my bra.
    I’m no longer self-conscious of the way I look. How can I be when Dean has never made me feel anything except beautiful and utterly desirable? And, really, I stare at my naked reflection in the mirror at least once a week now… and I do look sexy.
    It’s weird, maybe, to think of my pregnant body that way but my belly is curved nicely, my legs are well-shaped, my breasts are big and round. My rear end is bigger, but combined with the inward dip of my waist, the extra weight makes my hips flare into curves that fit Dean’s hands perfectly.
    And my libido still burns hot. I still burn hot. For him. I always will.
    I move closer to him, inhaling the familiar scent of his shaving soap. I rub my cheek against his, kiss his neck, feel his hands sliding smoothly over all the arches of my body. He trails his finger along my arm and grasps my wrist, then guides my hand to the front of his trousers.
    I draw in a gasp. He’s not getting hard. He is hard, rock solid and straining beneath material.
    “Heavens,” I breathe, palming all that delicious rigidity. “If I’d known talking about medieval studies got you so hot, I really would have paid more attention.”
    “Didn’t know what you were missing, did you?”
    “I’ll make up for it.”
    “I know you will.”
    He cups his hand beneath my chin and lifts my face for another kiss. A gentle, teasing kiss that’s a marked contrast to the urgency I can feel in his groin. He runs his tongue across my teeth, licks the corners of my mouth. I squeeze his erection in response and am rewarded with a muffled groan.
    “Bedroom,” he whispers against my mouth. “Now.”
    A few steps later, his lips are locked to mine again and I’m tingling all over. Dean slides his hands underneath my shirt to my bare belly, where the skin is taut and so sensitive these days that the touch of his warm palms floods me with sensation.
    I reach between us to tug at his belt, but can’t get the leather out of the buckle. I break my lips away from his and look down.
    “Take it off.”
    He backs up a step and slides the belt through the buckle, then drops it to the floor. I watch with a pounding heart as he unzips his trousers and pushes them off along with his boxers, kicking both to the side. His erection springs out from under his loose shirttails, blatant and so tempting that my sex tenses with the urge to have him inside me.
    I drag my gaze up to his face. He’s working the knot of his necktie, about to pull it off.
    “Wait,” I say.
    He pauses.
    “Leave it on.” He has no idea how good he looks standing there in his loose tie and dress shirt, the top buttons undone to expose the column of his throat, his cock poking stiff and ready from beneath his shirttails.
    A grin twitches the corners of his mouth. “It’s the professor thing, isn’t it?”
    “It always was.” I move back into his arms. “Oh, yeah, and the you thing.”
    His cock nudges at me as our lips meet again, and then he’s tugging at my shirt and the waistband of my pants. Since my clothes are all either loose or held up with elastic, they’re easy to remove and it’s a matter of seconds before I’m standing there in my bra and panties.
    I start to lower my hand again to seek