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saw us. “Max.”
    “I’ll wipe it down, Pet—”
    “I don’t care about that,” she said, walking closer. “You’re shirtless with the world’s sweetest baby cuddled on those muscles. Put a shirt on, you beast, or I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”
    I fucking loved it when Sara looked at me like that. “Imagine how I feel when you’re feeding her.”
    She gave me a bright smile as she bent, kissing Anna’s chubby thigh. “She looks like a little peach on you.”
    I took in her outfit and immediately wondered if we’d be able to get the baby down for a nap this early in the day. I hadn’t seen Sara in work clothes in months and didn’t realize until just then how much I missed it. Her little black skirt hit just below her knees, giving a tiny flash of skin above her soft leather boots. Her tits looked fucking unreal in the gray sweater she’d put on.
    Following my attention, she looked down at her chest. “I think I need to go shopping today. Everything is too small in the chest.”
    “Don’t you dare get rid of that one.”
    She pulled her lip between her teeth, blinking over to me. “Yeah?”
    “Yeah,” I murmured, and the moment grew heavy. “You look bloody beautiful, Petal.”
    “Is it . . . inappropriate, though? I mean, the way you’re looking at me makes me think this sweater is no longer very professional.”
    “I guess it depends on where you’re headed.”
    She shrugged, sitting down next to us. “I thought I’d go into the office for a couple of hours, just so next week doesn’t feel so disorienting. I’m meeting the girls for breakfast and then heading in.”
    I kissed the top of Anna’s head. “Want me to take her with me?”
    “Either way. I could, too.”
    What was it about her face in that moment, right there, that made me feel so many things at once it was overwhelming? With her dressed and headed out the door, it was like I was seeing this combination for the first time: my lover, my wife, and also a mother, a nurturer and . . . fuck, a bird with the best pair of tits I’d ever seen.
    Standing, I motioned for her to follow me back down the hall. I grabbed Annabel’s musical baby seat from the nursery and put it beside the dresser in our bedroom, facing the set of framed photographs of trees that she loved, and then guided Sara to the bed.
    “Max . . .”
    “Just a minute.” I retrieved my camera from the shelf, stabilized it on the tripod, and set it to automatic shots every five seconds. Sara’s breath was rapid and shallow when I bent low, kissed her neck, and told her, “I won’t keep you long.”
    “Anna’s fine,” she said, pulling me closer. “Keep me as long as you can.”
    Laying her back, I pushed her skirt up her hips and began kissing my way up her stomach, feeling my cock tighten with each nostalgic click of the shutter, with the feel of her hands digging into my hair. I moved her sweater up her stomach, revealing smooth, bare skin. She tasted like rain, like fruit, and had the same sweet scent I’d always worshipped on her body. Reaching behind her, I unhooked her bra and pushed it up over her breasts.
    I’d always loved Sara’s breasts but I’d never particularly been a breast man until recently. The weight of them, the soft smell of her skin, and the odd spike I felt in my abdomen whenever she fed our child . . . it was an odd reflex to want to look at them, touch them like this, and one I realized I’d been fighting the last few months.
    You don’t have to apologize for being turned on by that.
    My mouth closed over the peak, tongue pulling her deeper into my mouth, and I groaned at the feel of it. She was warm and firm, so full—
    I did this . . .
    I made her this way
    —and when she reached for my track pants and pushed them down my hips to take me in her hand, the moment dissolved into frenzy.
    I could imagine her looking through the pictures later, seeing how much I relished the feel of her in my mouth,