You have a right to be happy. She can’t take that away from you.

Tears filled her eyes, and it took every ounce of strength not to let them fall. She balled her hands into fists to achieve her goal. There’s no way she’d cry for a woman who’d had more than enough tears out of her.

Why did you do it?

Julia wasn’t around to answer, and it was time for her to move on. April knew she couldn’t keep living in the past with Julia.

Her child deserved to have a life filled with love and joy, not guilt.

She finished her bath, wrapping her body in a white robe before she left the confines of the room.

Entering the bedroom she saw it bare, but a trail of pink petals led her out the door. Frowning, she followed the petals into the sitting room. The sofa had been moved, and in the center of the room was a massage table.

Henry stood on one side. He was completely naked, waiting.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Come and lie down.” He tapped the top of the table.

“I’m nervous.”


His cock swelled as he looked at her. “You’re going to need to remove the robe.”

She touched the tie holding the robe together. “How did you do all this?”

“I worked really fast and quiet.”


Lucky didn’t even begin to cover what Henry felt in that moment. Her body had changed in the last couple of weeks. To him, her hips were a little rounder while her breasts looked a little on the heavier side. His cock sprang to action at the sight in front of him.

“Come and lie down.” He tapped the top of the chair. The tension in the room mounted. He stared in her eyes, waiting.

She moved, slowly, turned her back to him to slide onto the table. “On my front or back?” she asked.

“Whichever way makes you comfortable.” He cleared his throat. The desire to grip his cock was strong. He fisted his hands as she moved onto her front.

“I don’t know how long I’m going to have lying on my front,” she said.

He chuckled. Henry looked forward to the nights and days touching her beautiful blossoming body.

He slid a fingertip down her back, watching her body shake as he touched. Did she feel the electricity that he felt at the touch of their skin? No woman left him feeling like this.

He reached for the oil and poured some on her back. The clear fluid pooled at the base of her back. Henry smeared his hands in the oil working from the base out to the rest to her body. She moved her hands beneath her head as he started to caress her. April slowly started to relax underneath his touch.

Using the oil, he smeared it all over her body taking careful attention to the rest of her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Your hands feel so good.” She groaned as he started to work out the knots in her shoulders.

He took his time lavishing her body with each touch and caress. Her dark skin called to him to touch, taste, and explore. She fascinated him in the most exquisite way. Running his pale hands along her body, Henry was amazed that she let him touch her.

The love he had just continued to grow. April was the love of his life, and they’d already wasted so much time. He moved his hands down to the base of her back staring at the rounded globes of her ass.

“This feels so good.”

“I can give you this every night,” he said, rubbing her ass. He filled his hands with her fleshy skin.

She groaned, pressing her butt more firmly against his hold. “What do I have to do?”

Henry chuckled.

“What makes you think you have to do anything?” He smoothed the oil down her thighs and glided back up taking his time to explore every inch of her legs as butt.

“You’re a businessman. You won’t throw suggestions or temptations like that unless you’ve got an ulterior motive.” She moved her head, and he glanced up to see her staring back at him. “What’s yours?”

“I want you to marry me.” He kept her gaze as he worked on her body. The scent of the oil didn’t hold a flame to the sweetness leaking out of her pussy.

“You’re proposing to me?”

“I’m in love with you, April. I’ve been in love with you for a long time.” He stopped touching her body and took a seat on the stool beside the table. She sat up on the table, staring at him. “You’re pregnant with my baby here.” He reached out and placed a palm on her stomach. “We’ve wasted so much time. I know I’m making the right decision. You’re the only woman I want. I don’t want to let you slip through my fingers.”

“Henry, I love you, too. You don’t need to propose to me to keep me around. I like being with you and spending time with you.” She covered his hand with her own. “We’re having a baby.”