Free Julia and Clay Plus One by Lauren Blakely

CHAPTER ONE
    Silky hot.
    Wet. Warm. Home.
    His.
    As Clay buried himself
deep inside his wife’s beautiful body with her bent over the bed,
writhing and panting and urging him on with her moans— as if he
needed any encouragement to fuck her good — his dirty mind briefly
flashed back to their first time.
    This position. In her
bar. Bent over a chaise longue in San Francisco.
    Here tonight, she was
just as alluring to him. She’d parked her hands on the edge of
their king-size bed and offered up herself, beautiful and lush, sexy
and captivating, and nine months pregnant with their baby.
    He wasn’t entirely
sure if she wanted him to fuck her hard because she was horny, or
because she was hoping it would bring on the labor she’d been
begging to visit her for the last seven days of her pregnancy, since
she was a week past due.
    But the reason she
wanted it didn’t matter to him. When the woman he adored demanded
he give it to her good, he heeded that call. Gripping her hips, and
rubbing her sweet, swollen clit with his finger, he drove into her.
    As she bowed her back
she cried out. “Even harder. I’m so close, so close,” she
moaned.
    “There’s always
more hardness for you, gorgeous,” he growled in her ear. “I bet
you want me to pull your hair too.”
    “I do, I do,” she
said on a pant.
    He grabbed those
gorgeous red strands, and twisted them around his fist as he sank
deeper into his wife, taking her the way she wanted, even with that
big, beautiful belly. He fucking loved this woman so much. Loved her
sprit, loved her heart, loved her mind, and loved her dirty soul that
wanted sex in abundance, just like he did.
    Getting pregnant hadn’t
slowed them down at all. Quite possibly, it had amped up her already
sky-high sex drive. Fine with him. He’d happily take her whenever
she wanted it. Clay Nichols had never been interested in turning down
sex with the love of his life.
    Or in missing a chance
to spank her. “And how about this? You want this too?” he asked,
smacking her lovely ass. Perhaps a touch lighter than he would if she
weren’t on the cusp of motherhood.
    “I love that,” she
said, gasping.
    “I know you do. You
always love it rough,” he said, landing another whack on the
gorgeous flesh in front of him, then soothing it out with his palm.
    “So much,” she
said, her breathing wildly erratic, signaling she was ready to fly
off the cliff into ecstasy.
    “So much it makes you
come right now?” he said on a perfectly coordinated thrust and
spank.
    She clenched around his
dick and screamed his name.
    Fucking bliss.
    She was one hundred
percent bliss to him, and he joined her in the land of ecstasy. After
they came down from their high, he scooped her up onto the bed,
wrapped her in his arms, and spooned her, his arm wedged between her
full breasts and her bigger-than-a-basketball belly.

CHAPTER TWO
    Eight inches.
    You’d think eight
inches — well, let’s be honest, Clay was more than eight inches —
would be enough to rattle her body into labor.
    Julia laughed to
herself as she brushed her teeth a little later.
    If that were the case,
every day of her pregnancy would have sent her into labor. Call her a
horny pregnant woman, or just called her married to the sexiest man
alive. Either way, they hadn’t slowed down during her pregnancy.
    Their
all-over-each-other-ness had surprised her, but it also hadn’t. Her
love with Clay Nichols had been borne from the physical. It had
started in a ravaging, intense, out-of-this-world, one-night stand.
Their chemistry had staggered them both, and they’d simply had to
explore the bounds of their connection. They’d explored it so far
and deep they fell into mad, forever love. And they’d never been
able to keep their hands to themselves.
    Still, she couldn’t
deny that she’d hoped a good hard fucking would wake this sleeping
baby and start the earthquakes in her body. Past forty weeks, she
felt like an elephant. Not to mention, she was