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"I always Like it, darlin," he says, leaning in to brush his mouth against hers in a light kiss. "What next?"

"It wasn't for want of return," Mac says, laughing softly. "But if you want to reciprocate, I'm completely open to that."

"Think you probably need some kinda punishment for the teasing," he says, brushing her hair back from her face.

"Probably," Mac agrees. "But nothing too insane, right?" She's still trying to reconcile herself with pregnancy and it makes it difficult to get in that headspace.

"It was pretty terrible of me to tease."

He knows that she likes it enough to want it, even if they have to find ways around her new found condition.

"So what?" He asks, trailing his fingers down the curve of one breast. "Parameter me."

"I think you can tease me as long as you don't spank me or fuck me really hard," Mac says, thinking it over. "I don't want to hurt anything. Which is stupid, you're a doctor, but...I owe it to the child not to kill it in the womb, right?"

"It's not stupid," he murmurs shifting closer, crowding into her space a little. "But I do like the sound of teasing. Doesn't sound very much like a punishment though, darlin."

"No, not really. But maybe if you drew it out and made me beg?" Mac ventures, thinking it is worth a shot.

"I do like it when you beg," he says, tweaking her nipple, pinching and pulling it lightly.

The one thing Mac has really noticed as far as this pregnancy is concerned is that her breasts are insanely sensitive. Even a light touch threatens to overwhelm her and being pinched makes her whimper and squirm for more.

"Goddamn, Jackson, so sensitive. Be easy on me if you can?" She doubts he will.

"Do you really want that, Mac?" He asks, rubbing his thumb across her nipple. "Gentle?"

"I like it sometimes," she protests, knowing he has her number on this. "But no, and I can imagine you've noticed, right?"

"I've noticed," he says, still teasing her nipple. "So now why won't you tell me how you want to be treated. How you really want it..."

"Because what I want might...ugh," Mac says, frustrated. "Don't hurt me, Jackson. Not that you would but if you spank me, you have to make sure you don't really injure me. I'm serious."

"Mack," he says, taking his hand away from her and looking her straight in the eye. "I swear to you that whatever I do, I'll keep you both safe. Now," a smile spreads across his face. "Tell me what you really want."

"A spanking?" Mac ventures, giving him a sweet and hopeful smile. "And then we can play it by ear?"

A broad grin spreads across his face and he settles back on the bed, leaning against the bedframe.

"Get across my lap."

Mac shifts and lays across his lap, wriggling a little. "Won't be able to do this in a few months, you know."

"Need to take advantages of it while we can," he says, pushing her legs apart and fondling her ass. His other hand finds her tits, squeezing.

"I agree. It will be boring sex after a while," Mac warns him. "We should have fun while we can."

"I have told you before," he says, smacking her tits lightly, still fondling her ass. "No sex is boring if you're doing it properly."

"You think you can make me feel good in a few months when I'm puffy and miserable?" Mac asks, amused at the thought. "Because I will take that bet and collect on it later."

"I'm confident of it, darlin'," he says, pinching her nipple at the same time as he brings his hand down against her ass.

Mac gasps and squirms a little, unsure if she's trying to get away from his hand or get closer. "Oh my God," she murmurs, taking in a deep breath. God, she loves this.

"Spread your legs wider," he says, slapping her ass again, one cheek then the other. "Lift your ass up."