“Yep, this will do the trick,” she whispered. Grabbing it, she hurried into the bathroom and changed. When she eyed herself in the mirror, she didn’t look like an expectant mother sporting a tiny baby bump. She looked like a full-fledged vixen.

She padded down the hall. When she got into the kitchen, she could hear the high energy voice of a sports reporter echoing through the living room.

“Mason’s asleep,” she announced.

“He didn’t give you much trouble?” Aidan asked, never taking his eyes off the television.

“No, he went to sleep like an angel.”

“That’s good.”

“Want a beer?”

“Yeah. That’d be nice.”

She got one out the fridge and walked slowly over to the couch. He didn’t even look her way when she handed it to him. He popped the top and took a swig.

“What are you watching?”

“The Braves game.”

“You wanna play a game instead?” she asked coyly.

He took another sip of beer before turning to look at her. As his gaze swept over her body, he spewed the liquid out of his mouth. “Jesus, Em, what the hell are you wearing?”

She glanced down at her ensemble like it was the most normal thing she owned. “Just a surprise for you. Don’t you like it?”

“Oh I like it.” Aidan licked his lips, his eyes lingering on the cle**age spilling out of the bustier. “It’s just I thought after I had acted like such a freaking prick, I was striking out in the sex department tonight.”

“Well, I should give you a good spanking for being so bad earlier.”

Aidan laughed. “I think I might enjoy that.”

With a suggestive smile, she rose off of the couch. Aidan’s gaze widened at the sight of her garters and lacy thigh highs. She took a pillow off the couch and dropped it on the floor. Bending over him, her fingers went to the button of his pants. “I wanted to finish what we started earlier before we got interrupted, if that’s okay.”

“That’s fine with me.”

She slid his zipper down, and Aidan lifted his h*ps to allow her to pull his pants off. His erection strained against his underwear. Kneeling between his legs on the pillow, she ran her hands up and down the inside of his thighs, her fingernails scraping against his sensitive skin. “Please, Em,” Aidan murmured.

Emma smiled sweetly at him as she pulled down the waistband of his underwear and freed his erection. Taking him in one hand, she licked a slow trail from root to tip. Her tongue flicked and swirled around the head. She suctioned just the head in her mouth and then released it. Aidan groaned. “Babe, don’t tease me. It’s been too long.”

She continued her slow assault on him, feeling him grow larger with her ministrations. She blew air on his glistening tip, which caused a low growl from Aidan. When he started to protest again, she slid him into her mouth. Aidan gasped and bucked his hips, causing her to take him deeper. She slid him in and out, sucking hard on the rim of his head, while gripping him with her hand. Each time she did, he moaned in pleasure. “Oh Em, oh f**k!” She sped up the pace as his fingers tangled into her hair. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” he warned.

But she wanted all of him so she just kept working her mouth over his cock, taking him deeper and deeper each time along with suctioning more pressure around him. Finally, he cried out, lifting his h*ps and bathing the inside of her mouth with him. She licked and sucked until he was dry, and when she gazed up at him, his eyes burned down on her. “God, that was good!”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

He bent over and pulled her onto his lap. Emma felt herself grow wetter as she straddled him. Aidan’s hands found their way to her br**sts, lifting them out of her bustier. As he cupped them, he glanced up at her with a smirk. “I think I get the meaning of your little game now.”

“My game?” she asked innocently.

He nodded. “You wanted to prove to me that you can have a baby and still have a hot sex life.”

She arched her eyebrows. “Oh, do you think that what I just did was really that hot?”

Aidan rolled her ni**les between his fingers, causing them to harden. “You wearing something this sexy and then sucking me off? Hell yes, that’s incredibly hot.”

“I just wanted to welcome you home.” She rubbed herself over his slackened cock, bringing it back to life with several determined thrusts of her hips.

“Em, you’re driving me wild,” Aidan murmured, his lips brushing against her br**sts.

“Take me to bed then,” she commanded.

“With pleasure.” He gripped her by the h*ps and pushed her onto her feet. As he stood up, he dropped his underwear.

“And hurry up and take off your shirt. It smells,” Emma instructed as she started to the bedroom. She swayed her h*ps provocatively to get his attention. She snickered when she heard the buttons popping on Aidan’s shirt and them scattering across the hardwood floor. Only he would ruin an expensive shirt for sex.

She barely made it down the hall before he reached her side. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his arms. His breath scorched against her cheek. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll scream my name.”

Emma shivered in anticipation as she pressed herself against Aidan. “Shh, we’ll have to be quiet, or we’ll wake Mason,” she replied.

Aidan snickered. “I didn’t expect an audience.”

“Well, what do you suggest?”

He glanced across the hall and then pulled her into the guest bedroom. He started to shut the door, but Emma shook her head. “I won’t be able to hear Mason.”

Aidan grunted in frustration and then pushed her towards the bed. His fingers deftly unhooked the clasps on her bustier. When her br**sts were freed, his mouth immediately closed over one nipple. His erection pressed against her belly, and she felt herself growing more and more aroused. His hands went to her panties, shimming them down her legs.

He spun her around and bent her over the edge of the bed, her elbows resting on the mattress. He spread her legs further apart. His c**k nudged her entrance from behind, and he asked, “Is this okay?”

“Umm, hmm,” she murmured.

On the first thrust, Emma cried out. Aidan leaned over her back, his voice ringing in her ear. “Don’t wake Mason up,” he warned.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. “What happened to making me scream?” she panted.