Reason Enough

by Megan Hart

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Reason Enough, featuring the hero/heroine Elle and Dan from my Harlequin Spice release, "Dirty", is now available as an electronic download from Spice Briefs! This short story can also be read by those who haven't read "Dirty".

The Blurb:

Elle and Dan haven’t quite achieved their goal of having sex in every room of their new house--but almost! Marriage hasn’t dampened their hunger for one another in the least, and their relationship is as hot and passionate as ever. But when Dan brings up the subject of having a baby together, Elle finds herself conflicted. Between her dysfunctional family background and her fear of how a baby might change their life together, Elle’s not sure she’s ready for the big step. Dan doesn’t bring the subject up again, but the issue takes hold in Elle’s mind. And as their frequent lovemaking sizzles with unquenchable desire, Elle’s heart is filled to the brim with love and the longing to give Dan everything.

The Excerpt:

It wasn’t the sort of question I could answer at once, without hesitation. It took me hours to pick out which bathmats to put in our new bathroom. How on earth could I decide in one split moment if I should agree to have a baby?
“Yes? No?” Dan nudged his chin into the curve of my shoulder and neck from behind as his arms slipped around my waist. It made washing the dishes difficult, so I let the greasy pot in my hands slide back beneath the soapy water and leaned back against him. “Maybe?”
“Where did this come from?” I asked, practically, I thought.
Dan’s hands moved up and down my waist and crept below the hem of my shirt to link over my belly. “I was just thinking about it, that’s all.”
“Hmm.” I turned to face him, my hands going behind me to grip the edge of the sink. “A baby is a big responsibility.”
He grinned.
“Dan….” I had nothing to say, really. No real protest.
“Never mind, Elle.” He kissed me. “It’s just something I thought about, that’s all. When you mentioned the pills.”
I’d had a hangnail gone awry. My doctor had prescribed antibiotics to help get rid of the infection. Antibiotics can interfere with the effectiveness of birth control pills. I’d offered to use my mouth on him instead of making love.
“I thought you’d like a blow job.” I heard the slightly cool tone of my voice and imagined the slightly cool expression on my face, to match. “I mean, you usually do.”
Against me, on the places our bodies touched, I imagined heat growing. He pushed his hips forward a little bit to nudge a definite bulge against my stomach. He kissed me again, our mouths opening, and his hands gripped tighter on my waist.
“You know I do,” Dan murmured against my lips.
“Here? In the kitchen?” I raised a brow but kept my mouth from the smile threatening to tip it. “How shocking.”
“Shock me.”
We’d only been in the new house, our first together, for a few months. We hadn’t yet made love in every room – though not for lack of effort. I let my hand slide to his belt buckle. I tugged it open, moving his body as I did.
Dan let out a small grunt. “Use your mouth on me, right here.”
It would kill my knees, that tile floor, but I didn’t protest. I liked sucking Dan’s cock. He thought he was lucky. I was the lucky one, though. Lucky I’d found him, and that he loved me.
Luckier I loved him back.
I pushed him, not too gently, until he took a couple steps back. I unzipped his dark trousers, his work clothes, and pulled them over his hips. I went to my knees as I pushed the cloth over his thighs and down to his ankles. His cock tented the front of his soft boxer briefs, and I got rid of those, too.
I looked at him for a minute with my hand on the base of his prick. I licked my mouth to wet my lips, and Dan’s hands slid into my hair. Not pulling, not pushing. He was waiting for me to move. He could be patient if he had to be. If I made him.
I tilted my head to take him in as deep as I could. The groan of his response thrilled me. Sucking Dan was about him, but it affected me, too. My nipples tightened. My clit rubbed against my panties, and I reached with the hand not holding Dan to pull my skirt up my thighs. My knees protested the cold, hard tile without the cushion of my skirt, but I ignored the sensation. My fingers crept under the skirt to touch, just once, the silk between my legs.
“Yes,” Dan said. “Touch yourself.”
I didn’t answer, my mouth being occupied with other tasks. I sucked him a little harder, my lips closing over the head of his cock and meeting. Like a kiss. A second later, the pause so brief it was hardly there, my mouth opened again and I took him down the back of my throat. Up again, this time with one hand following and the other rubbing the front of my panties.
Dan’s fingers slid deeper into my hair, and he pulled out the spring-clip I’d used to keep it up. Dark lengths tumbled around my shoulders. I smelled the shampoo I’d used that morning when I’d bound it up, still damp. He finger-combed it, careful not to pull too hard as my head moved under his hands.
His breath hitched, in and out, faster. It wouldn’t take long for him to come. The question was, how long would it take me?

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