"Whoa…" Greg murmured, his lips curling into a slow, wicked smirk. His eyes roamed over her, full of awe and hunger. "I haven't seen these twins in a while… and damn, they've gotten bigger."
Cammy let out a soft, knowing chuckle as she leaned forward and tugged at his shirt, her fingertips grazing over his skin in deliberate strokes. The heat between them flared like a match to dry tinder.
Greg inhaled sharply. "Wait—are you sure this is okay? I mean, is it safe for you and the baby?"
Cammy paused just long enough to meet his eyes, her gaze bold and full of fire. "It's not just safe… it's actually encouraged," she whispered, her voice dripping with teasing confidence, while busy undressing Greg. "Especially in the final stretch. It helps with the delivery."
That was all the reassurance he needed.
