Elude [H.S.]

EPILOGUE III

Eight Months After the Honeymoon

As Harry sat in his last meeting of the day, he stared at the screen of his phone underneath the table - hiding it from the view of others. Today was a late day for him as his meeting didn't start until an hour after he was supposed to get off of work. The thought of his wife, who was very much ovulating, being at home waiting for him had him more than distracted. It also didn't help that she was continuing to text him, and the message that just came through had him practically squirming in his seat.

From: Maeve
6:37 pm
Harry, I'm really not trying to bother you in your meeting, but I seriously cannot sit still. I'm trying to distract myself. I don't think I've ever felt this horny in my life.

As of four months ago, Harry and Maeve were actively trying to get pregnant. She stopped her birth control four months after the honeymoon, and they knew that could take a while to get completely out of her system, but that didn't mean they missed the opportunity to test whether or not that was the truth. Harry was surprised when Maeve had told him she wasn't going to take her birth control anymore. He had expected for her to want to get settled at her job a little longer, however, he wasn't going to complain.

Although they had talked about it prior to them officially being a couple all those years ago, Harry had been seriously wanting to get Maeve pregnant from the moment they moved into their house together. He was more than okay with waiting though, and was never upset about it. He'd wait as long as she needed. Maeve was going to be the one carrying their baby after all. It was her decision to make.

Harry's eyes darted around the board room for a moment before he looked back down to his phone - beginning to type.

To: Maeve
6:39 pm
I'm hoping this meeting will be done in the next twenty minutes. I don't want you to be uncomfortable, baby. Why don't you use one of your toys?

He sucked in a deep breath, silently cursing himself for the image he had just embedded into his mind. A naked Maeve spread out on their large bed with her legs as far apart as she could get them - her feet planted firmly on the mattress while pulsing favorite vibrator in and out of her dripping cunt. Tucking his phone into his pocket, he used that same hand to run over his face as he looked back up at the projector screen. Rocking a fucking hard-on was the last thing he wanted to do for the remainder of this meeting, but it was looking like there was no other choice.

Maeve on the other hand was at home with her hand over her mouth. She couldn't stop giggling as she read over Harry's text. Sure, she was horny, but not as horny as she was letting on. It was no secret between the two of them that tonight she would be at peak ovulation, so she wanted to have a little fun. Harry was always the one to rile her up - now it was her turn.

Just last month during her ovulation period, she and Harry were at a gala for her work. As they sat at the dinner table, engaged in conversation with others, Maeve had her left forearm draped over Harry's shoulder as she spoke - playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. After a few minutes, she had looked back over to Harry to see a sparkle in his eyes before he leaned over to her.

"I'll never get over seeing the ring I got you on your pretty little finger," he had whispered while taking her hand in his. He brought it to his mouth to plant a kiss against her ring finger. "Makes me want to take you to the bathroom right now and give you something else of mine."

That had gotten her so worked up, and if it wasn't for the fact that she had to go up on stage to introduce next season's top fashion choices for the brand throwing the gala, she would've easily let him take her into that bathroom just like he wanted to.