"Today's the day, wife."
Theo's voice was dark velvet against my ear at 5:47 a.m., his palm already sliding between my thighs before I was fully awake. The bedroom smelled of salt air from the open Hamptons windows and the lingering cedar of last night's fire. His fingers found me instantly soaked (I'd been dreaming of him breeding me again, the same dream every night since the stick showed the smiley face two days ago).
I arched into his touch with a sleepy moan.
"Positive test?" I whispered, still half-lost in the haze.
He pushed two fingers deep, curling them exactly where I needed. "Peak day. Highest chance. I'm going to keep you so full you'll feel me for weeks."
The words sent lightning down my spine.
