She circled the tip of my cock around her clit, then dipped me inside her, just a fraction. It took all my willpower not to grab her hips and force her on top of me. I couldn’t though; she was the one in control right now, I was just along for the ride.

Grabbing her hips, I squirmed beneath her. “Yes…do it…ride me…”

She let out a passionate growl that made my cock twitch in her hands. She squeezed me harder in response. “You like that, baby?” she said, leaning down as far as her stomach would allow. It brought her beautiful breasts within my reach, and I leaned up to suck a nipple into my mouth.

She was so sensitive that just a light swirl of my tongue made her cry out. “Oh God, yes…”

She let more of me slip inside her and I moaned around her tit in my mouth; my hands clenched and unclenched her hip, urging her forward. Fucking take me…

I switched to her other breast, and another inch slipped inside her. Yes…fuck, she felt good. She swiveled her hips, sending a throbbing ache right through me. Fuck. I needed to thrust, I needed to come. I needed her, now. Releasing her breast, I dropped my head to the pillow and arched my back. “Baby, I can’t…More…fuck, I need more…”

“Me too,” she groaned, and then she tilted her hips so I sank all the way inside her. Fuck me…Yes…“Like this, baby?” she said, sitting back so I had a perfect view of her body. It was almost too much, too intense. I was gonna come and we hadn’t even moved yet. Fuck that. My body would come when I fucking said it could, and no sooner.

Mentally adjusting myself, I stroked her hips. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous…and you feel so good. Ride me, baby.”

With her hands gently pressing on my stomach, she began to rock her hips. The ache throbbed harder and harder with each shift of her body, but I ignored it and focused on her—her face, alive with pleasure, her breasts, full and firm, her nipples, peaked with need. She wasn’t just gorgeous, she was perfection.

Her hips moved faster and faster, in rhythm with the moans escaping her mouth. I started shaking as I staved off the moment my body was dying for. Come for me, so I can come for you. Just when I thought all the willpower in the world couldn’t stop my release, Anna dropped her head back and let out a long, euphoric cry. I felt her walls closing around me and I knew I could finally let go. Thank you.

“Fuck, yeah, come for me…” I thrust into her hard a couple times, building up the biggest bang I could. When it exploded from me, I gasped. Fuck…so…fucking…good. Then I cried out. “Oh God, Anna. Fuck, yes…” Then I groaned, grunted, and made every satisfied noise under the rainbow. Fuck…I loved coming.

With a content purr, Anna leaned down and kissed me. I whimpered some response; it was all I could do. Damn, even while pregnant, my wife had moves that could make grown men cry. I was one lucky-ass fuck. She carefully extracted herself, grabbed a couple towels, then curled into my side. I just lay there, recovering from another mind-blowing release. I couldn’t wait to do that again in twenty minutes.

“So, tonight’s the big night…” she murmured, her breath still unnaturally fast.

“Hmmm?” I really didn’t care about anything outside of my cock right now.

Anna sat up on an elbow and stared down at me. “The gallery opening? Matt’s proposal?”

“Oh, yeah…that,” I said, closing my eyes. Matt, the douche holding my reins, proposing to a girl who hated me was pretty much about the last thing I wanted to talk about. I tried shifting topics. “What’s the first position you want to do again once the baby is born? Horny Bull? Petal Pusher? Lotus and the Stingray?”

Didn’t work. Anna’s mind was firmly focused on my cousin’s nuptials. Why chicks dug weddings so much, I would never understand. And Rachel seemed like the type who would want fountains, ice sculptures, doves, and butterflies, but who really needed any of that crap? Personally, I think everyone should do what Anna and I did. No muss, no fuss, no coconuts. Just straight to the point, you’re married. Boom.

“I wonder how he’s going to do it,” Anna mused. “Jenny knows, but she’s not talking.”

“Don’t know, don’t care,” I yawned, flopping an arm over my eyes. I really didn’t give a shit about anything Matt did anymore. Fuck him. “Whatever he does, I’m sure it’s going to be needlessly complicated. All he’s got to do is say, Hey, wanna get hitched? How hard is that?”

Anna poked me in the ribs. “You’re so romantic, it’s almost embarrassing.”

Lifting my arm, I peeked up at her. “Do you really want to know what’s embarrassing about me?”

Looking intrigued, Anna leaned toward me. “What?”

“Nothing,” I said, squeezing her nipple. “Nothing about me is embarrassing.”

Anna squeaked in surprise, then smiled in a way that I knew meant she was ready for round two. Thank you, pregnancy hormones.

Just as I was reaching out to give her breast a proper fondle, a mood-stopping sound filled the air. “Mommmmmmmmmmmmmma! Want out!”

With a groan, I covered my face with my arm again. “Shouldn’t she be able to climb out of the crib by now? My mom said I could climb out when I was nine months old.”

Holding her stomach, Anna sat up. “Yeah, well, thankfully, Gibson isn’t quite as fearless as you, and she’s not big on heights. She’s getting bolder every day though,” she said with a sigh.

“Good,” I answered. “She’s a Hancock. She shouldn’t be afraid of anything. Matt could learn a thing or two from her. Chickenshit.” I bet that was the real reason he’d told me no. He was scared, scared I’d blow him out of the water and forever take his precious position from him. Well, that was one thing he actually should be scared about. He should conquer his fear though, goddammit.

Anna let out a low laugh that riled me up and made me forget all about Matt’s fears about me. “You may want to cover that before I bring your daughter downstairs.”

I removed my arm from my eyes to gaze at her. “You may want to ride that before you go get her?” Anna smirked and I shrugged. “Just sayin’. Missed opportunity.” Shaking her head, Anna kissed my shoulder, then left me. “Your loss!” I yelled out. And mine. Damn hard-on.

Eventually, we had to get dressed for the gallery opening. It was a formal event, which was annoying. I mean, I didn’t mind wearing a suit every once in a while—I looked amazing in a tie—but performing while wearing this getup was going to be odd and uncomfortable. We were a rock band, not a fucking jazz quartet.

Anna fixed my tie with a soft smile on her lips. I’d chosen red, of course. Power color. My jacket and pants were red too. Why stop with just one piece of power? More was…well, more. “You look amazing,” she told me.

“I know,” I said, eyeing her deep turquoise wrap dress. There was an alluring tie in the front that undid the entire thing. I wanted to pull it. I mean, I really wanted to pull it. “You look pretty amazing too,” I told her, pride in my voice. My wife was so fucking hot.

“I know,” she replied with a playful smirk. Her lips were painted a rosy shade of pink. I thought the color wouldn’t look too bad on me if I sucked it off her. Yeah, that was happening before the night was through.

The doorbell rang and Anna looked past me to the hallway outside our bedroom. “Babysitter is here. I should go let her in.”

Nodding, I let her walk past me. After she was gone, I looked over my reflection in the full-length mirror. Damn. The red on red on red was totally working for me. Even my hair was pulled back into a low ponytail with a red elastic band. My wife was a very lucky woman; I was fucking hot. Adjusting my tie, I winked at myself, then gave myself a kiss in the air. Yeah, I still got it.

Grabbing a full flask off my dresser, because I was sure I was going to need the help to get through this, I stuffed it in my back pocket and headed after my wife. I felt strange leaving my daughter’s life in someone else’s hands. But we’d used this girl a few times before, and so far nothing serious had happened. It better stay that way. I liked Jennifer, but I’d haunt her for the rest of her natural fucking life if she so much as let a hair on Gibson’s head fall to harm.