“You are beautiful, my dear doctor,” he said, eyes raking over her with a heat she could feel.
Grace stretched out on the bed, luxuriating in that attention, hands coming up to cup and tease her breasts. “You like what you see?” she asked, thumbing her tight nipples through the thin fabric. Even coming from her own hands, the touch drove heat through her, pooling and throbbing between her legs, her thong doing nothing to hide her wet, aching arousal.
Andy’s hand curved against the back of one smooth calf, raising her leg off the bed so he could slip the high heeled sandal off her foot. “I like it very much.” The other sandal came off, both of them tossed aside as he leaned forward, between her legs, and kissed one thigh. “I’ll like it even more when I see your belly round with my child, and those magnificent breasts filled with milk.”