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anywhere near my—put the razor down!”
    “I shave my face every day. I know how to do this.” I wrapped my arms aroun d her thighs and lowered my face to her pussy, keeping my eyes on hers over the chicklet’s mound of belly. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with,” I said, teasing her pussy lips open with my tongue.
    She arched her back and dropped her head onto the pillow. “This isn’t shaving,” she said, her voice husky.
    “I couldn’t help myself. You smell so good, I had to have a lick.” I prodded her clit with the tip of my tongue, rubbing in circles, and slid a finger inside her. She moaned and slid her fingers through my hair. I could practically feel her melting into the bed.
    When I was gone from her side for even an hour, she started letting her mind churn with negative thoughts. All she needed when I came back to her side was to be soothed and relaxed. I knew when the baby was born she’d eventually become herself again, my confident, bossy woman. For now, I didn’t mind being the man she needed to hold her together and calm her mind and body.
    “You’re so beautiful, Kay.” I parted her labia with my thumbs and traced my finger down her center. “Like a soft, pink butterfly.” I nuzzled the soft, golden hair beginning to grow like peach fuzz with my nose and suckled her clit. She rocked up into me and pinned my head with her hands, letting out soft whimpers of pleasure. She was about to come for me. I knew her responses and the reactions from her body now—knew when to suck harder, rub faster, thrust and circle my cock inside her. She was mine. Mine to know this well inside and out.
    All it would take was a second finger.
    I slid it in with the first as I kept my relentless, pulsing sucking of her clit . The thrust and pull of my fingers had her heels digging into the mattress, grinding her pussy into my face with her head thrown back. She started to throb around my fingers and I groaned, my cock and balls ached with a raging erection. When Kay came, my entire body reacted to her, wanted to come with her. “Fuck,” she cried. “God! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!”
    Her taste and sounds, her wetness sliding down my fingers into my palm, these were what I never got enough of.
    I kissed her pussy and held myself up on my elbows to look at her. Relaxed, sedate blue eyes looked back. “That’s what I like to see,” I said, kissing her inner thigh. “Bliss.”

THREE
     
    Karen
                  For as much money as our best friends, ex-rock star, Derek Bast, and my ex-boss, entertainment magazine The Scene’s founder, Bess Halprin, made, their home and production studio, True North, was modest in size even if it was oceanfront in Santa Cruz.
    “I don’t understand why you had to bring so much stuff,” Adrian said, lugging my second suitcase out of the trunk. “We’re only staying tonight.”
    “I brought…other things…to show Bess.”
    “What other things?” he asked.
    I shrugged. “You know. Just things.” I strolled ahead of him up the driveway to the sidewalk. The last thing I wanted him to know was how I’d stuffed the second suitcase with all of the onesies, bibs, and baby t-shirts he’d had made. Like the teeny white shirt with pink sparkly letters that said, ADRIAN’S BABE on the front, and the ruffled diaper cover that said, GROUPIE POOPIE on the butt. The man was out of control in the same way people who bought little dogs and dressed them up in sweaters were. Still, it made me grin like a lunatic every time he opened a package with one inside and came rushing over to show me.
    “Jesus,” Adrian said, panting behind me at the front door. “I need less time in the studio and more time in the gym lifting weights if this is how you plan on packing from now on.”
    I patted his cheek and gave him a peck on the lips. “Wait until we add all the baby’s stuff—diaper bag, Pack ‘N Play, bouncy seat, bottles, diapers--”
    “Why did I buy you an