Free Make You Mine by Niobia Bryant Page A

chests as they sent each other to orgasmic heights that was far beyond anything either one had ever felt…
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    Caress’s eyes popped open wide where she lay in the middle of the bed. Sweat covered her body causing the sheets to coat her body like a second skin. Her pulse raced. She was warm. Okay, she was far beyond warm. She was hot. Everywhere.
    She lifted her hands to her cheeks as she felt that undeniable moistness between her thighs and that steady thump-thump of her bud.
    A wet dream.
    It had felt so real. So erotic. So satisfying.
    Not like the real thing, but good. Damn good. Too damn good.
    Shit.
    Caress flung the coverlet from her body as she sat up on still-shaking legs. She leaned over to the beside table as she pulled her white nightie away from her body. The clock said it was just after six in the morning.
    She was an early morning riser. She had been working since she was fifteen, so her body didn’t know anything but rising and shining early.
    Caress had an early appointment to get ready for. She reached in the nightstand for the white leather journal she kept there. A few weeks ago, she’d made the decision to keep a journal for her baby. It was one of those weepy, sentimental things Caress didn’t usually to go for, but her pending motherhood must be softening her.
    She pulled the pen from the middle of the book and turned to the last entry.

    She laughed at herself. The names needed some serious work. Her eyes drifted down to Julius, Jr. How would Julius feel about that? Would he be surprised? Pleased? Annoyed?
    It would be nice to know what the hell Julius thought about anything concerning the baby.
    Closing the book, she pushed thoughts of baby names and indifferent baby fathers away. Right now her little escape into eroticism and the clear knowledge that she had to spread her legs wide in some stirrups to give birth had her in major need of a nice, hot bath.
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    Julius was lounging in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and The Star Ledger when Caress walked down the stairs. Over the rim of his cup he took her in. With each passing day her face was filling out as well as her belly, and Julius honestly thought she looked more beautiful than ever. With the eye of a photographer, he absorbed the brightness of her eyes and the glow of her face.
    Pregnancy suited her.
    â€œGood morning, Caress,” he called out, folding the paper and setting it on top of the island.
    His brows drew in at the way she visibly jumped and whirled to look at him.
    â€œMornin’,” she said, looking at him before her cheeks flushed and she looked away.
    Julius watched as she grabbed her coat and keys before heading out the door. He was curious about where she was going. He knew from Kendrick that she was out looking for a job and doing interviews. Maybe she had one today.
    He returned his attention back to his paper and coffee. He didn’t have any photo shoots scheduled for today so he was leaving everything in Dwayne’s hands for the morning. He deserved a lazy start just chilling, and he was going to have it.
    The loud-and-angry strangle of a car not turning over filtered through the windows. He moved over to the door leading out to the driveway and pulled the wooden blinds apart just in time to see Caress banging her fist on the steering wheel in frustration. With an amused grin on his face he watched as she bit her bottom lip, released a deep breath like she was counting to ten, and then reached down to try and start the car again.
    The same strangle erupted from beneath the hood.
    Caress got out of the car, slammed the little door, and released a string of expletives that would make a west coast rapper blush. Julius didn’t think he had ever heard a car addressed as “rusty, beat down, tore up, two-toned son-of-a-bitch.” Biting a laugh as she kicked the tire like it was a purse snatcher, Julius opened the door and walked out into the brisk and biting winter