Milo (Berkeley Bred Book 2) by Grey Huffington

Author:Grey Huffington [Huffington, Grey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Huffington House
Published: 2023-09-21T16:00:00+00:00

I piled the groceries onto the porch, right in front of the door. As I lifted my knuckles to knock, it crept open. I retrieved the bags and stepped inside, finally getting a glimpse of the woman of the hour. I offered her the bag from my right hand. Without a word, she closed her eyes and expanded her nostrils to inhale the smell of the wings I’d provided to replace those that she’d left at my office.

“Ummmmm.”

Upturned lips and prominent cheeks stretched my face beyond recognition. Deflecting in an attempt not to get so lost on the woman before me, I headed for the kitchen where I began putting away the items I’d bought to stock Nature’s fridge.

Pineapples. Strawberries. Sliced honey-roasted turkey. Orange juice. Apple juice. And a plethora of things that would make her mornings a bit smoother as she made her way out of the door. Upon finishing, I tossed the empty bags in the trash and carried the last one into the living room with me, where I found Nature engrossed in television while cleaning the meat from the bones of her chicken wings.

Her legs stretched across the empty space, resting on the table. The swelling I’d suspected was now in plain view, making the items in my bag feel a bit more useful that I’d initially imagined. Sneakers concealed the condition of her feet, but from a quick glance at her ankles as we stood outside of her office, I had an idea of what was inside of them.

In an instant, her feet were in my hands and the moisturizer I’d pulled from the bag coated them both.

“What are you doing?”

Her mouth was stuffed with something other than my dick, drawing jealousy from my frame that I casually concealed.

“Eat, Nay.”

“The fact that you have my feet between your fingers makes that a bit challenging.”

“Figure it out. You’re a smart girl.”

Shrugging, she dropped the conversation altogether and continued brutalizing the box that she had all to herself. The combination of flavors was beneficial. From the looks of it, she didn’t have a favorite. She’d had at least one BBQ wing, one buffalo wing, one lemon pepper wing, and one sweet chili wing.

“How long have they been swollen?” I questioned, growing concerned with her condition. I applied pressure as I worked my way up and down them.

“Yesterday,” she moaned.

“Maybe we should hit up Marcie.”

“I’ve ran the tests, Milo. It’s not preeclampsia. It’s nothing more than the load I’m carrying, causing my frame to try its best to adjust. I’m fine. I promise.”

“You sure, Nay?”

I pulled each of her toes until I heard them pop.

“Yes. I promise.”

“Do they hurt?”

“No, but my back does,” she admitted, setting the box on the table beside her.

She cleaned her fingers with one of the wet wipes provided.

“Lay on your side. A massage will help alleviate some of that pain.”

I tried rising from the couch but was stopped in the process.

“Un, un. Stay right where you are. We don’t want any confusion. Back massages lead to internal massages.

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