Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Her movements were too sluggish, and Curtis scooped her back into his arms with a chuckle. "Angry, huh?"

Leanne turned her head away, her pout directed at him. "No."

Curtis couldn't help but laugh, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, whispering enticingly, "Come on, no sulking. Let's go home, yeah? I'll make it worth your while."

At that moment, Leanne didn't grasp the full implication of his words. She was five months pregnant, and the medical advice suggested it was safe to be intimate, as the baby was securely situated. Yet, Curtis feared for her well-being. He gently removed her clothes, kissing her tenderly, stirring her desires.

When his warm breath touched her most sensitive spots, Leanne instinctively tried to push him away, but her hands were caught and pinned down on the silk sheets.

"Curtis..." she sounded slightly panicked, calling out his name.

"Easy there, sweetheart," Curtis' voice, thick with desire, soothed her, "Stay still."

The dim light cast a soft glow over the bed, highlighting her smooth skin against the tender sheen of the light blue silk, her entire body flushing with arousal.

The sheets crumpled in her grasp, and her moans filled the room with a sultry warmth, blending with the soft light into a honeyed ambiance.

Afterward, when Curtis cleaned up and unearthed Leanne from beneath the covers, her face was as red as a tomato.

She tried to snatch the blanket back, clearly not pleased. "What are you doing?"

Every strand of her hair seemed to scream embarrassment, causing Curtis to raise an eyebrow, teasing her for her ostrich-like wish to hide away. "We're having a baby, darling. Pretending we're strangers now?"

did Leanne glance at him, her gaze

looked away, forcing herself to

pulling her into his embrace.

"Yeah," Leanne muttered softly.

prefer my fingers,

up..." Leanne punched him playfully in the chest, burying her face there to

hair,

arrived, and Curtis

He had prepared a creamy chicken noodle soup with wild

the boisterous voices of Joy and Selina echoed from the

we skate on

a try?"

if the ice breaks and I fall in?

you know. In this freezing water, we'd both

the water's cold but suggested I

unapologetic. "It was your idea to skate! How am I in the wrong

"Why don't you both

they

"You're asking for it!"

you tried to drown us

if I can't tell

without looking

caught the delightful aroma, sniffing eagerly. "What are you