“I don’t wanna move, but I know we have to,” Ophi said after a short nap with David…they were still on the bathroom floor and her back had started to hurt.

“Yeah, next time we do it in a bed.” He paused for a second before saying, “Or a couch. Oh, that could be fun. I could have you kneeling on the cushions, your hands braced against the back of it. I’m standing behind you, fucking you as you—”

She smacked his chest. “Stop that. My hormones can’t take it. I’ll need you to make me come again.”

“Nothing wrong with that. I like doing that for you.”

She looked up, confounded by him. “You love me?”

“I do.” He said it as logically as saying the sun would rise.

“Will you love my kids?”

David sat up, holding her by her shoulders. “Are you really worried about that?”

“No…a little. I’ve gone on dates with childless men before, and none of them were too excited about the prospect of taking on two kids with two different dads.”

“Your kids are amazing, just like their mom. I got to sit with Richard tonight, and we started talking. He’s a bright boy, so determined to succeed.”

“I liked watching you with him. Dani liked sitting with you as well.”

David laughed. “That girl is a pistol.”

Hearing David speak with affection about her children eased any final nerves she had about him. “She is a bit too sassy for her own good, but I wouldn’t change that for a second.”

“I would like to make one request.”

“What?” Ophi asked, her jaw tightening as the old worry resurfaced.

“If we’re together, there is no world in which Lyle will ever be allowed alone with those kids. He will be supervised at all times and will be given a breathalyzer test before seeing them. If I had it my way, I’d make sure he never saw them again. But they’re your kids, and I’ll defer to your judgment on this.”

Ophi almost jumped him right there; she never heard something as sexy as that before. A man deferring to her judgment? He was perfect.

“Thanks. I agree I need to limit visitation, make that more official. Strictly supervised as well.” She hated denying her son a chance to be with his dad, but she would do it for his safety. “Richard loves him so much.”

“Richard is smart. He knows where the love is, where he’s appreciated.”

“My kid is pretty damn smart.” Ophi couldn’t help but beam in pride for her son.

“Yeah he is. Now let’s wash up a bit, then go see them.”

“Sounds good.” They straightened up, using the sink to wash away any sign of their lovemaking. As David opened the door and they walked hand-in-hand toward the sounds of loud explosions on the TV, Ophi suddenly stopped in her tracks, an important thought that began in her stomach and worked its way up to her brain forming and taking all precedence.

“What wrong?” David asked.

She glared up at him, murder on her mind. “There better be some fucking pie left. I’m starving.”

David’s eyes went wide, and he looked at her as though she had admitted to using kitten pelts for all her costumes. “Are you always like this when you’re pregnant?”

“Oh, this is nothing.” She smiled at him sweetly, gentling her voice, trying not to scare him any more than necessary. “It gets way worse in the third trimester.”

David swung her around, making her stomach flip in a delightful way until he had her backed against the wall. He bent his knees and ground against her core.

The man was hard again.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her leg, tugging him in closer to her painfully oversexed body. What was she, hungry or horny? She couldn’t decide. Both, most likely.

“I don’t know why,” he said, his voice a low growl. “But that makes me insanely horny.”

David nibbled Ophi’s neck, continuing to rub against her. She had to hold back a whimper as he pressed particularly hard. It was delicious.

“I think I need to use the bathroom.”

“What?” He pulled back, looking confused.

“Will you come with me?”

His face lit up as he realized what she was saying, then quickly lifted her into his arms and hauled her back to the bathroom. They sent a quick text to Nettie to make sure the kids were happy and well occupied, but afterward, they focused only on each other.

In the midst of their lovemaking, David leaning over her panting, her hands and knees on the tile floor, his cock still hard inside her, he said, “Happy Thanksgiving.”

She looked behind her, glorying in the beauty and steadfastness of the father of her child and said, “Happy Thanksgiving. Now fuck me or get me a tub of ice cream.”

“I thought you wanted pie.”

She jerked her hips on him. “Haven’t you had enough pie?”

He looked at her seriously, concern etching every corner of his expression. “That was a terrible joke.” He pulled out, his cock bobbing and wet from her liquid, then stood them both up, leaning her against the wall. He went back down on his knees, gingerly, as the time on the hard floor had not been kind to either of them, then grinned up at her. “And no, I think I’ll have seconds.” She couldn’t hold back her peal of joyous laughter as he dipped inside her for his seconds, and then later for thirds.

When they were finally dressed again, preparing to return to the real world and spend some much-needed time with the kids, David turned to her with a beatific smile and said, “Best Thanksgiving ever.”