Bonus Chapter

If anyone had told Jordan three years ago that he would have all he currently had, he'd have probably stared them down with an emotionless expression before flinging a dagger in-between their eyes.

But now as he stood in the kitchen of their home—one Emerald had been so adamant on contributing to purchase—doing the dishes, he couldn't help the smile that seemed to never leave his face whenever he caught glimpses of the shimmering wedding ring around his finger through the lather.

He had been smiling more since they had gotten over the incident two years ago. Surely at first, he had been consumed by the guilt, but after Emerald vowed to leave him for someone else if he didn't suck it all up, he had eventually gotten over it, the both of them choosing to set it amongst the things of the past they wanted to forget.

Presently, as he hand-washed the pile of dishes from the lunch buffet his wife had just consumed after already having breakfast and brunch, with snacks in-between, he couldn't be any happier with how things had turned out between he and Emerald, how she had transformed his whole life with those bewitching green eyes of hers, and her entire personality in total.

All too soon, Jordan was pulled out of his serene reverie when a familiar jingling sound wafted into the kitchen from the living room. Sighing softly, he shook his head before rinsing his hands underneath the running faucet, abandoning the rest of the plates.

The noise grew louder and more incessant the longer he stayed in the kitchen, and when he was finally almost done wiping his hands with a dishtowel, a loud voice cut through the air, the jingling still ceaseless.

“Cal!” It was Emerald shouting his name. “Ca–al!” she sang and hurriedly, Jordan made his way to the living room, coming into the view of his wife, who was lounging on the sofa, several pillows placed behind her back to make her comfortable.

Emerald was donned in a simple bathrobe, her hair a messy bun on her head as she held an empty eating bowl in one hand and a little bell in the other. She was still as beautiful as ever—even more beautiful in Jordan's eyes—especially with an addition to her; a seven–month old baby bump.

“Cal!” she shouted again, ringing the tiny bell, and Jordan was quick to kneel by her side, staring into her emerald green orbs which seemed to look even brighter since she'd conceived.

“I'm here, Gem.” He answered, carefully caressing her cheeks as he removed stray tendrils from her face, assisting her in sitting up well on the sofa.

“I know, I just really love calling your name is all,” she giggled, her eyes twinkling and Jordan's heart immediately melted at the sight. Regardless of the temper tantrums exhibited by a pregnant Emerald and the stress he had being subjected to, especially as a result of her weird cravings with their absolutely wrong timings, Jordan still wouldn't dream of exchanging any of it for something else, not even the entire riches of the world.

“Do you?” Jordan murmured, smiling as he kissed his pregnant wife fondly on her forehead, but the woman didn't seem to be satisfied as she pouted cutely when he pulled away. He couldn't contain his amused chuckle when Emerald carelessly tossed the plastic bowl off to the side, then brazenly yanked him down to her level before kissing him.

At her obvious eagerness, Jordan stifled a laughter against his wife's lips when she held onto him even tighter as the kiss turned fervent and passionate. The man thought of teasing his wife, so he slowly and lightly trailed his fingers up her robe-clad sides before cupping both her breasts, faintly feeling the protrusion of her erect nipples through the fabric, while simultaneously making a slight nip at her bottom lip.

Emerald moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding down from his shoulders to his waist, where they promptly snuck under the hem of his form-fitting shirt, skimming across his naked skin as her fingers traced the ripples of his abs, the muscles flexing beneath her tender touch. They pulled away, but Jordan continued to trail open-mouthed kisses down Emerald's jaw and neck, making her shudder breathlessly.

When his aroused wife began to tug on his shirt, signaling that she wanted it off his body, Jordan chuckled, placing one last lingering kiss on her lips before pulling away, smirking when she groaned loudly, attempting to pull him closer to her once again.

Coupled with her other pregnancy kinks, Emerald's sexual hormones had also heightened, let's say... three times more than they originally were, and although Jordan was still occasionally stunned to wake up from the sensation of a warm mouth wrapped around his manhood, he couldn't deny that his wife's newly adventurous ways worked tremendously in his favour.

“Cal,” Emerald whined, pouting her pink and slightly swollen lips at her husband. “I'm horny.” Jordan grinned, by now, already used to her audacious explicitness.

“Are you?” He humoured her, and the determined pregnant woman decided to bring out the big guns, quite literally.

Emerald grabbed both of her boobs through her bathrobe, jiggling the ample flesh tenderly as she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip seductively, all the while watching her husband's face to gauge his reaction. Emerald's body had since changed after conception, preparing her for the additional human she was about carrying, and although, at first she had had to battle her insecurities, with Jordan's help, she had come to appreciate the change.

Besides, her husband's new obsession with her breasts filling and overflowing within his palms, along with their heightened sensitivity, was enough of a weapon for Emerald to have him even further wrapped around her finger just like he was now; and that was with the exception of his fascination with her round, bubbly ass.

Lust and desire clouded Jordan's eyes, and his chocolate orbs glazed over as he watched his temptress of a wife wiggle her goodies right in his face with her enticingly pink lips set in a pout as she looked pleadingly at him, but Jordan knew that beneath all of that façade, laid a well concealed smugness.

And people wondered why women were the strength and downfall of great men.

“Please?” Emerald whispered, blinking her wide eyes repeatedly, attempting to appear more appealing than she already did. “You know you want to,” she teased, grinning when Jordan's jaw clenched; her husband was obviously struggling.

Groaning loudly, the man buried his face between the valley of her breasts, breathing raggedly as he felt himself strain against his pants, his self-control slipping like sand through his fingers. His wife aimed at bringing him to his very knees, and although the man was undeniably tempted to indulge in the very depths of his wife, they had guests coming over and he still had work to do.

He explained this to her.

“You have no idea how much I'm struggling to not rip you apart right here, Gem,” he rasped, his voice muffled by her chest.

“Then don't fight it, honey.” Emerald whispered in his ears, weaving her fingers in his hair gently, and Jordan couldn't help but compare her to Eve, when she lured Adam into eating the forbidden fruit, or to those sirens who lured mariners to their destruction.

He peered up at her, resting his chin on her chest instead. “But we have guests coming over. Our family should be here anytime soon, sweetheart, and I haven't even finished washing the dishes we used for lunch yet.” Before she could respond, he continued, “Besides, why'd you call for me earlier?” He could only hope to distract her, but he knew it was only wishful thinking.

Emerald sighed, staring into her husband's eyes as she locked her hands around his neck. “I was hungry for some more snacks.” Jordan's eyes widened at her words, considering how much she had already eaten that day alone, but he didn't say anything since she shot him the ‘zip it, I'm eating for two’ look.

“But now, I'm hungry for you,” she concluded, giving him the pleading look once more. Jordan's breath hitched when his wife brazenly cupped his cock, softly stroking his growing length, making the man's rationality quickly evaporate.

“Please, Cal, your baby and I need you,” she whispered, trailing wet kisses down his jaw and neck as she continued stroking him. “Just a quickie, yeah? You're not gonna say no to your baby, are you?” She refused to let up on her kisses, and when she teasingly squeezed him, drawing a long, throaty groan from him, Jordan finally snapped.

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