Just when I felt my third orgasm rush me, he angled his hips, hitting my G-spot while continuing to use his hand to externally stimulate me. That was when I lost it completely. I’d tried to keep my screams to a minimum to not wake our children, but all rational thought was lost at that moment. My entire body pulsed and convulsed with the sensations of his movements as I clung to him.

He wasn’t far behind either. He came with his lips covering mine. The convulsions of my inner muscles worked to milk him for every drop of semen his body could muster.

We continued kissing for a long while afterward. Eventually, our sweaty bodies were separated when he pulled back and out of me.

I groaned from the separation, wordlessly watching Aaron as he rounded the king-sized bed to head to the bathroom. A few seconds later, he returned with a wet, warm cloth, using it to wipe the evidence of our lovemaking from my body before tossing it on the nightstand.

I adjusted my body as he climbed back in the bed, his long arms reaching out and pulling me into his naked frame. I settled with my back against his chest, our breathing falling in sync with one another’s. I felt like I could breathe easier for the first time in three days. It always felt like that when he went away for business.

“You could come with me,” he said, his lips grazing my earlobe.

I frowned. We’d had this discussion at least a thousand times.

“I can’t just go with you on every trip.”

“Why not?”

I rolled my eyes. “Because we have four kids and someone needs to be here with them.”

“They can come, too. We’d hire a full-time nanny and teacher for them.”

“Aaron …” I didn’t say anything else because we’d been through this before.

His arms tightened around my waist and he was silent for a few moments before saying, “You came quickly.”

My eyes widened, not expecting that. I should’ve known better. He always noticed even minute changes. Whereas most men barely noticed their wife’s haircut, Aaron was keen to even slight changes in my mood, body, facial expressions, whatever it was. Like I said, the only reason I’d been able to hide this pregnancy for the last week and a half had been because of his travel.

“Did I?” I responded, lamely.

It obviously wasn’t a convincing response, as evidenced by the way he removed his arms from my body, sitting up to stare down at me. His eyes did that searching thing they always did when he was figuring me out.

“Aaron—” I started.

“Tell me,” he insisted, cutting me off.

I glanced out toward the corner of the room, unable to keep it together at the sight of the worry in his eyes. “It’s not bad—”

“Then say it.”

Pausing, I pushed out a breath before returning my eyes to his. “I’m pregnant.”

His jaw tightened and a scowl covered his face. He began shaking his head. “No,” he insisted, pulling back to stand.