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about our future together. Married, living outside of the hubbub of London. In a house filled with gorgeous little dark haired, blue eyed children. 
     
    “Hey,” he whispers, “Are you okay?” pulling my thoughts away from where they were, I reply, in the most normal voice I can.
     
    “Of course, just tired.” I lied.
     
    “All that dancing made Miss Bennett sleepy?” he asked. “Or was it the three orgasms you had?” he whispers close to my ear.
     
    “Bit of both I think.” I blush, hoping the taxi driver can't hear. 
     
    “Let’s get you home and into bed then.” Doug pulls me into his arms and I let my mind wander to a place, it hasn’t before. A place where I have a swollen belly, and where Doug is cradling a dark haired little girl in his arms.

    Chapter Seven 
     
     
     
    Monday arrives far too soon. Doug had to work part of yesterday, so I spent time reading in his massive chair by the big windows while cooking us a roast. It was a pretty good Sunday. I wake up, alone and to a grey miserable morning. It’s funny how weather can reflect your mood. I hear the shower and realise, I’m not totally alone, just alone in bed. Stretching I look at the clock. 7.04am Ugh . I have to leave to meet with the first of my bridal clients in an hour. Deciding I best get up, I pad my way to the bathroom just as Doug is stepping out of the shower. 
     
    “Morning baby.” he smiles, reaching for a towel and wiping off some of the water that clings to every part of his fabulous body.
     
    “Morning.” I’m aware that I am staring, but I can’t help it. My mind drifts to my happy place, which involves Doug, gloriously wet and my tongue licking every last drop of water from his skin.
     
    “Sophie?” I look up into his eyes and he can’t contain his smile, “Do you see something you like?”
     
    “Yes. I see lots of things I like actually.”
     
    Leaning forward, I run my hand down his perfect chest, through the smattering of chest hair and over his abs, which tighten under my touch. Licking my lips, I lean in and catch a single drop of water that is lucky enough to be winding its way down his chest. As my tongue touches his skin, I hear Doug’s sharp intake of breath.
     
    “I really need to leave in a minute Sophie, I have so much to do...”
     
    But even as the words are coming out of his mouth, his hands are wrapping themselves around my waist, his cock is prodding me in the tummy and his mouth is descending on mine. Before I am even aware of it, I’m being lifted to rest on the vanity by the sink and Doug’s fingers are circling my folds.
     
    “Always ready aren’t you?” he whispers sliding one long, skilled finger inside me.
     
    “It’s hard to be anything other than ready with you around.” I grunt as he adds another finger, his thumb circling my clit.
     
    “No need to waste it.” he smiles, dropping his towel and grasping himself at the base of his cock.
     
    Slowly he begins to move his hand, lifting his hooded eyes to meet mine. I tear my eyes away from his and watch him pleasure himself. A shiver runs down my spine, this has to be my favourite kind of foreplay. My fingers twitch, desperate to feel him.
     
    “Doug, can we fuck now?” I whisper, looking at him.
     
    “God, yes!” reaching for my arse. He pulls me closer to the end and impales me on his cock in one swift motion.
     
    My moans are swallowed by his mouth, his tongue brushing against mine, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me on and off his throbbing cock. I’m climbing, higher and higher, the familiar, delicious tension building low in my stomach. Doug leans in, whispering in my ear.
     
    “I’m going to come Sophie, you better come with me.”
     
    I reach between us, circling my wet, swollen clit and fall, spectacularly, yelling and digging my nails into his back. Doug groans and comes, twitching inside me.
     
    “Amazing. Every fucking time, it’s amazing.” he grins down at me, kissing my