Mandy

A year and a half later

“You know, you’re insatiable,” Malcolm says as I lift my very pregnant body over his and slide down on his hard rod.

“Hmmm,” I hum. “I think you can blame hormones.”

His deep laugh reverberates from his chest to my hands as I wiggle, getting us as close as two people can be—as close as two people can be when one is eight months pregnant and her midsection is roughly the size of a beach ball.

“I’m not ...