This Woman Forever (This Man – The Story from Jesse #3) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Drama, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: This Man - The Story from Jesse Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
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“I like you smothering me.”

Oh good. So my lips stuck to her all day will be fine? Following her around doing all the things so she doesn’t have to will be fine?

“It’s the unreasonableness that we need to work on,” she adds.

Can my lips stuck to her be considered unreasonable?

“Give me specifics.” Because I need to know my limits. I don’t want to argue. I want pure bliss. Constantly. So Ava needs to be straight with me, and I need to listen. I don’t want to stress her out. Definitely not.

This might be harder than I think.

“You want to know exactly what drives me crazy?” she asks. She’s holding on to a laugh. She’s laughing because I need it spelled out?

Well, she just said she likes me smothering her. I don’t know what the line is between acceptable and unacceptable, so she needs to elaborate. I can’t promise I’ll accept without question, but I need to have a measure so negotiations can commence. “Yes, tell me. I can’t try to control it if I don’t know exactly what bothers you.” I push my lips to hers before she can laugh at me.

“You treated me too gently,” she says, and I still, hitching a brow at her. She noticed that? Idiot. Of course she noticed that. “When you thought I was pregnant, you stopped being fierce in the bedroom, and I didn’t like it. I want my dominant Jesse back.”

“What the hell have I done to you?”

“You’re addictive.” She shrugs, nonchalant. “And lately I’ve been having Jesse withdrawal.”

Oh? “I’ve taken you hard lately.”

“Yes, but only when you thought I wasn’t pregnant, and when you thought I was, I had to provoke you into it. I want shock and awe.”

Fucking hell. How much shock and how much awe? Because I’m pretty sure her body can’t sustain the levels we’re used to. Besides, we have plenty of different degrees of fucking. Not all need to be hard. In fact, since I met Ava, I’ve become rather fond of the more . . . placid sex. “Don’t you like sleepy sex?” She always demands it.

My cheeks are suddenly squished in her hands, her smile small and fond. “You won’t hurt it, you know.”

“It?” I parrot. “Let’s get one thing straight, lady. We will not be calling my baby ‘it’.”

“It’s hardly a baby at the moment.”

It is definitely a baby. Our baby. “What is it, then?”

“Well.” She pouts, thinking, and it’s adorable even if I don’t agree. “It’s probably more like a peanut.”

A peanut? Well, we all know peanuts are one of my most favorite things. That’s that settled then. Ava’s smile falls. Realization hits.

“Oh no, Ward.” She chuckles.

“What?” I give our peanut a little nuzzle with my nose. “It’s perfect.”

“I am not referring to our baby as peanut, end of.”

So defiant. It’s time for some convincing. Eyeing her hip, I move in, seizing it and massaging teasingly, making her buck and yell. “Stop!” she gasps.

What the fuck am I doing? My clenched fingers are mere inches from her fragile tummy. “Shit.” I release her quickly and rub the area, and Ava yells, throwing me a furious scowl.

“What are you doing?” she asks, and for a moment I think she’s pissy because I just practically squeezed our peanut to death. Fucking hell, I can’t be trusted with life at all.

But then I realize. She’s not angry because of that. This is what she’s talking about. Acceptable levels of fretting and fussing.

Oh.

“See,” she says, arms thrown up in disbelief. “That is what I mean.” Yes, darling, I just this second figured that out. “If you don’t reinstate some of your normal behavior soon, I’ll be moving to my mum and dad’s for the rest of this pregnancy.”

I blink, stunned. Is she threatening to leave me again? Ten minutes after we’ve just found out we’re pregnant? What the fuck is she on? Other than hormones, I mean.

“I mean it, Ward,” she barks, furious. “All of the fierceness, the rough, the countdowns, and fuckings of various degrees, I want them back.” She gathers breath. She’s not done? “And I want them now.”

Yes, I hear you, because you’re fucking shouting. And now she’s breathless. Stressed. Don’t tell me that’s good for the baby. And don’t tell me I’m the cause. Fuck, this is going to be a tricky ship to captain. “Calmed down yet?”

She snorts, in disbelief, I think. I should release a few snorts myself, because she’s fucking unbelievable. She wants me to fuck her. All this because she wants me to ram my big cock into her begging pussy. I grin on the inside. Oh, how you crave me, lady. I love it. But she’s going to have to control herself for a while, and I’m going to have to get creative if I’m going to keep my wife happy and my baby safe.


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